Page 85 of A Me and You Thing
A leisurely smile spreads across my face. “Morning.”
“Actually, it’s almost afternoon.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. But you stay right where you are.”
“I won’t argue. I slept so soundly, I don’t even remember the night.”
“Good.”
“I’m so comfortable. Nothing hurts or aches or throbs. I could get used to this.” I stretch like a satisfied cat and Sawyer’s eyes follow the arch of my body.
“Get used to it,” he says.
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
“Have you been watching me sleep?” I ask.
“For a long time. I can’t stop staring at you.”
“Hmmm... that should be creepy.”
“I’m unapologetic.”
“And too far away.”
He smiles slowly. Then he gets up and sits next to me on the bed. “Better?”
“So much better.”
He kisses me so softly I feel like I imagined it. He holds one hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “You’re home,” he whispers, a painful yearning taking over his expression. His eyes look as though they’re trying to absorb me.
He’s still processing. I guess we all are.
“Here to stay.”
He kisses my hand several more times. “My mom and dad are here to see you, and your mom and dad will be here soon. Is that too much for you?”
“No, I’m okay.”
“Do... do you mind if I share the details of your story? Or do you want to do it? Everyone’s anxious to know what happened to you.”
I’m sure it’s the question weighing on all of their minds. They deserve to know where I’ve been and what I’ve experienced. “To be honest, I’d rather you tell them.”
“Okay. Mom made brunch. You ready to eat?”
“Gonna fatten me up, are you?”
“That’s the goal. Mom’s cooking will do it too.”
“Sounds good. Let me grab a shower first.”
“All right.” He picks up something from the nightstand. “I had Mom pick up a cell phone for you.”
“Thank you. Soon as I have a Facebook account, I’ll be a real person again.”
