Henry's POV
I woke up because Kenny stirred in my arms, even trying to sit up at one point, but I didn't let go and pressed him close to me.
His temperature was still a prime example of healthiness.
"It's day?" he asked in a daze, and I hummed, feeling that the daylight was way too bright.
"They're safe; everything is done. Sleep more." I slid further down to bury my head in the crook of his neck, getting to breathe in his scent and block out the sunlight.
"What the...wait, what?" He asked groggily, his hand combing through my hair, pulling me a bit closer before he pulled me away to look at me.
"Mhm, everyone is safe..." I reveled in his looks, beautiful and handsome as always, with the enchanting red color that was so distracting.
Love and heart and blood—for all that red stood for, and each meaning fitted perfectly.
I licked my lips, blurting out the confession when I had him already so close, so soon, and still a bit sleepy.
