By the time I woke the next day, it was already afternoon.
Every muscle in my body ached, and my throat felt raw.
Blake was lying on his side beside me, slowly massaging my lower back. There was a satisfaction in his expression that I had never seen before, as though he had finally let himself relax for the first time in years.
I pulled a pillow over my face.
"Blake."
"Hmm?"
"Can you get another prescription for those pills?"
He pulled the pillow away immediately.
Then he propped himself over me and looked down, his eyes bright with amusement. For once, he made no effort to hide it.
I had never seen him smile so openly before.
There was no restraint in it and none of his usual self-control.
He simply looked happy.
"It's a little late for that," he said, bending to kiss my foreh
