“I need to get River,” I sigh, my head resting on Nate’s chest. His heart is beating fast, but he seems to be very calm. I watch as his hand gently caresses my arm, almost as if he’s somewhere else with his thoughts. “And I’m hungry,” I add and this time I am sure he heard me, because of the soft chuckle that vibrates through his chest.
“You think you can survive another minute?”
“Depends on what I’m going to be doing in that minute,” I smile and trail my finger from his navel up his chest, towards where my head rests.
“Not that,” he groans, catching my hand, “or else you won’t ever leave this bed!”
“Can I ask you something?” I smile as he starts playing with my fingers. He grunts as a sign that he’s listening. “Do you know what happened to my father?”
His grip tightens fo
