Elizabeth lay with her head on Sawyer’s chest the same way she had done hundreds of times in the time they had been together. She found it comforting; it was something she had been able to rely on to make her feel better throughout everything they had been through.
He stroked her hair, and she listened to the sound of his heartbeat. It wasn’t anything unusual or unique, but it was a moment that reminded her how happy they could be when things weren’t chaotic.
She felt a flush of anger when she thought about the fact Francesca had robbed them of months of comforting moments like this together, but Sawyer lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her softly. He felt the same, but he didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to think about her.
“Are you still scared of touching me
