Fifty Three

A few hours later, a voice woke me from sleep.

I'm by my side, with a long, warm body wrapped around me. One leg between my thigh, and my arm tangled. Even though I was still half asleep, every part of me immediately realized the unfamiliar sensation of being in someone's arms. The feeling of skin pressed against each other, short coarse hair against my skin, the biceps under my head, and the warm breath against my cheeks.

All of this is amazing and new. Even with the sleeping cobwebs still clouding my mind, I knew this feeling wouldn't be easy to let go. The last thing I remember is lying against Rhysand's body, his fingers playing with my hair while I was on the verge of consciousness. He said something but I must have fallen asleep because I wasn't listening to anything.

Rhysand moved behind me, lifting his head when the voice came. The sound of his phone ringing. Carefully, he slid his leg out from between my legs. He was silent for a moment, then I felt his fingertips on my arm.