We were back in Reed's bed, his arms around me, my back to his front. His breath blew over my damp hair across my neck. I listened as his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep holding me. We needed to talk. I had so much I wanted to say, but he needed sleep. I'd seen the exhaustion in his eyes. We could talk later.
His tightening arms woke me up. His stomach growling made me laugh. I could feel him hard against my back.
"I'm hungry." His rough, sleepy voice was precious.
"There's a frozen lasagna in the freezer that I can heat up."
He turned me so I was on my back and moved down my body while he spoke, "That's not what I'm hungry for."
How could I not laugh? I'd heard his stomach. "You're such a liar."
"Okay, so I'm hungry for two things. Stay still or I'll tie you down."
"What if I
