We laid there in silence, our minds doing the talking and I'd never felt this comfortable in my life. Chase traced the outline of my face with his fingertips as I edged closer and closer to the brink of sleep. The thumping of his heart was soothing, his scent engulfing every pore within me, sucking me in and wrapping me in its talons.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this," his voice was soft beside me.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
He swallowed and responded, "I promised to protect you, but I'm not doing a very good job right now."
"There's only so much you can do to cure a stomach bug." I teased.
Again we both crumbled into fits of suppressed laughter which was even funnier.
"You've been through so much, and yet, you're still fighting."
I stirred slightly and his arms ti
