Fortytwo
Adam POV: Rebeckas slow and steady breathing tickles as it fans over my chest. Her head rests on my shoulder and I let my fingers brush through her silky hair. I wonder if we can finally have som peace and quiet. Since we found her there has always been some obstacle or something that has put her in danger. Adrian growls in my head when I think about the chase and the rouge that hit her so she fell into the water. Rebecka stirs in her sleep and I realize I've stopped stroking her hair. She sighs and looks up at me. "What are you thinking about?" She asks and curl up closer to me. "You. I'm thinking about you." "Why?" "Why wouldn't I be thinking about you? Don't you think about me?" I ask and she leans on her elbow with her head on her hand. "I do think about
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