Sky
Katy lifts her head from my chest, staring at me. I asked her a question, but she seems to have trouble answering it.
To encourage her, I remain silent to show my patience. I study her beautiful eyes, which are the color of apples, and then I let my gaze drop to her lips. Her mouth is small, but her lips are a gorgeous pink, just like her flushed cheeks. Is she nervous?
I smile, amused by how wild she looks, and reach out my hand, stroking my thumb over her chin and then her lower lip. “Do you love me?” I repeat the question.
It shouldn’t be possible, but her eyes widen to an even greater size, and she bolts off my chest as if I burnt her. It offends me, especially when she changes the subject. “Do you know where we are and how to find the kids?”
I suppose it makes sense for Kat
