He woke with his head in her lap and the smell of cat permeating his nostrils. "Do you have a death wish? I f*****g don't want your filthy cat body anywhere near me," he said as he rolled away too quickly. The pain in his ribs caused him to suck in air.
"I think if you were going to kill me you would have, so please stop with the death threats and your foul language."
He almost laughed. The b***h had balls. She was right, though; he probably wouldn't kill her unless she gave him a good reason. His brain was finally functioning past thoughts of her death, but she was still a cat and he didn't want her touching him.
He rested quietly until the sun set and knew they would start off again soon. "Why did you help me?"
"For some reason Amy cares about you."
"I barely know her."
"She thinks
