The veil of darkness lifted, the harsh light of day blinds me, and I realize it’s time we make our move. I’m not feeling as rough as yesterday, but I want to leave because I have no idea where my father and Phil are.
“You’re feeling better.”
I jolt, startled that Quinn is awake.
I look over at him and can’t believe how someone so beautiful, inside and out, could want me. And risk his entire life to protect me.
“How do you know I’m better?” I ask, shuffling closer to him so we’re sharing the same pillow.
“’Cause I can hear you thinking,” he says with a dimpled smirk.
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips, and it’s nice to be laughing again.
“What were you thinking?”
“We need to make a move,” I reply with a sigh, wishing we could stay in our protective bubble forever.
Quinn
