When I woke up the next time, a gloved hand was on my chest.
But because I was still only in my boxers, I could feel the leather already before I opened my eyes.
Henry was sitting on the bed, and seeing him staring down at me up close, it seemed I had slept for a long time.
"How long did I sleep?" I licked my parched lips, his eyes following the motion stickily.
The hand over my chest didn't move.
"A few days."
I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes with my fingers.
"Did you sleep?"
He hummed,
"Also a few days."
"Good, we need to catch up on some rest." I looked at him for a long while before letting my eyes wander over the bright room, the sun coming in strongly through the big windows.
"Hungry?" I think we have turned old because all we do is talk about eating and sleeping.
Henry hummed, and his gloved hand retreated out of the blanket, sliding over a patch of skin and making me shudder.
