I come to a few moments later, John cradling me in his arms. I’m unbound and under the covers.
“What happened?”
He smiles kindly down at me.
“You passed out.”
Passed out? My mind flies through the implications. I could have a heart problem or a blood pressure issue or...
John laughs gently at me. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing to be concerned about. The French have a name for this, it’s called La Petite Morte. It usually happens because you’re not getting quite enough blood to your brain.” He smiles widely. “It’s all concentrated... elsewhere.”
I blush crimson and snuggle into him slightly before catching myself. John stiffens beneath me, my face in his chest hair, before carefully extracting himself from me.
“Come eat some food, then you should get some sleep, Miss Smith. You have a bi
