“I think that you’re wrong,” Elizabeth yawned and brushed her cheek up against Sawyer’s chest as she made herself comfortable beside him, “I don’t think that would break her heart. I think it would make her happy.”
Sawyer made a noise which made it hard to tell if he agreed or if he was skeptical, but he didn’t pursue the conversation or ask why Elizabeth thought that.
He didn’t want to keep her awake any longer, despite what he would have liked to do with her.
He had taken their agreement about helping her try to recover her wolfish abilities seriously, and he intended to make sure Elizabeth looked after herself. Taking better care of her was something he would have done anyway, but the fact something was at stake made it a little easier to push aside his own desires. She was tired, a
