I didn't realize when I fell asleep, or even when after a few slow kisses, I rested my head on Gray's chest. For some reason, listening to the steady beat of his heart, letting it fill me up... it made me so comfortable and put me at peace.
When I woke up way past sunset, he was asleep too, his hand wrapped around my shoulder, the tray put away.
I looked up to him, my chest heaving lightly as I took his sleeping frame in. He at least seemed a lot better than he had in the car, despite the fact that I could feel some fluctuations in his breathing, and I could tell something was bothering him.
I ran my hands on his chest and gently pressed down a little, hoping to make him feel better. I touched his forehead, then ran my fingers down his face, and then massaged his neck. I moved away and
