Jonathan opened his eyes first. He felt the weight of Lucy’s head on his chest and her soft breathing. He stayed still for a few minutes, watching the way the early light touched her face. He didn't want to wake her, but he knew the risk of her being seen leaving his place after sunrise.
He reached down and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. "Lucy," he whispered. "Lucy, hey. It’s morning."
Lucy stirred, her eyelashes fluttering before she opened her eyes. For a second, she looked confused, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. Then she saw Jonathan, and the tension left her shoulders. She sat up slowly, the wool blanket sliding down to her waist.
"What time is it?" she asked, her voice raspy from sleep.
"Just past five," Jonathan said. He stood up and stretc
