After awkwardly washing my face with one hand and brushing my teeth, I walk back into the bedroom and climb into bed. Seth takes extra care to help me prop my arm onto a pillow and carefully places an ice pack on my finger. “Are you ready to take any medicine?” he asks.
“No. It was just in pain because I tried to bend it. It’s not hurting as badly now.” I tell him, snuggling down into the pillows. Seth lays down beside me on his side, facing me and pulls me close to his bare, muscular chest and wraps his arms around me.
“Is this OK?” He asks me.
“It’s perfect, Seth.” I tell him and snuggle into his firm chest. He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me gently as I quickly drift off to sleep. I dream about a green field, and a woman’s contagious laughter and dark green eyes. It’
