POV: BRIGAIL
"You need a bigger bed," Eli said against her hair.
They were tucked into her single mattress, his feet hanging off the end, her damp hair still cold against his chest. The blanket barely covered them both.
"I'll get right on that," she said. "Possibly when I can walk again."
He laughed. The sound moved through his chest and into her back and she felt it more than heard it. His arm tightened around her waist.
"I can get you something for that. Ice pack. Or I could"
"If you touch it I will cry like an actual child and I refuse to do that in front of you."
Another laugh. She elbowed him.
"Stop that. You're giving me goosebumps."
"I know."
She turned in his arms to face him. His hair was wrecked. She had never seen it anything less than perfect before tonight and it did
