[chapter fifteen]
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~Madelyn's POV~
I know he thinks I'm asleep.
And I pretty much was, until he slid his body behind mine and tentatively rested a hand on my hip.
What the hell is he doing?
What the hell am I doing?
We don't like each other. We don't get along. We don't play well with others.
So why am I glad he's cradling me in his arms?
Just like he did in Martinsville.
Don't turn over, Madelyn.
Don't.
And yet, here I am, shifting, turning over and facing him, the planes of his face sharpened by the glowing fire.
He's beautiful.
"Hi." He whispers.
"Hi." I whisper in return.
"What…what are we doing?" He asks uncertainly.
"Hell if I know." I reply, reaching out to touch him and pulling my hand back an instant later. He grasps my hand in his, twining our fingers together, his hand warm to the touch.
"Do you want me to go?"
I search his eyes, and search my soul, for an answer.
"No."
"Okay." He answers, tucking our hands together between us. "Go to sleep."
I bet I'd sleep better with a goodnight kiss.
God, what is wrong with me??
But somehow, he must have read my darkest thoughts, because he's snuggling closer and pressing his lips to mine tentatively.
He feels as good, tastes as good as I remember.
But I know it won't be like this in the morning.
I know it.