My back aches because something sharp digs into my spine, causing me to contort at an angle that cannot possibly be good for me. But I don’t care because I’m wrapped up in the arms of Quinn Berkeley.
I must have fallen asleep in his arms as it’s now daylight, and I don’t remember much after I clung to him like a spider monkey, never letting go.
I look at him closely as we are pretty much nose to nose, lying along the bench seat, arms and legs entwined, and wonder, how on earth do I tell him that I think I’m falling in love with him?
Just the thought of telling him has my heart pounding against my chest, but not because I’m afraid of him knowing. No. I’m afraid if I tell him, the feelings won’t be reciprocated. I know he cares for me, but love is a whole different ball game.
“Mornin’,”
