Chapter 80
Ethan
My lungs fillon a sharp inhale, and my eyes open.
My heart is thudding, and I know a dream woke me, but I don’t remember what the dream was.
I exhale.
The smallest amount of light is coming in from the windows, letting me know it’s morning. But barely.
I blink. And I blink again.
Tilda’s face is inches from mine, her head sharing my pillow.
She came to me.
We started centered on our halves of the bed. But sometime in the night, Matilda came to me.
And our limbs are… entwined.
We’re on our sides facing each other.
One of her knees is between mine.
Our arms are tangled.
Her chin is resting on the backs of my fingers.
I focus on my body. On the pressure and warmth of every spot where we’re touching.
I don’t move my head. Don’t move at all. Don’t chance disturbing her.
Because I don’t have tosee. I canfeelher palm against my chest.
Over my heart.
I close my eyes. And I focus on the contact.
I focus on my Starlight.
On the way she makes me feel.
And with a smile tugging on the edge of my mouth, I let myself fall back into sleep.
Something hard slamsinto my nuts, and pain explodes through my body.
My lungs struggle to suck in oxygen.
What the fuck?
“Sorry! Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!” Tilda’s voice is scratchy with sleep. And very close.
I pry my eyes open as my balls continue to throb.
Tilda is staring back at me, eyes wide, lips pressed together. Shock and guilt and…humorare all over her face.
A small laugh pops out, and she slaps a hand over her mouth.