Apparently, he’s not going to let me walk or move on my own. I’m still drowsy, so I let him position me in his lap. There’s a bar cart covered with dishes pulled up to the bed. He lifts the silver dome off a hearty bowl of pasta and meatballs. He shifts me in his lap, so he can reach the spoon. Apparently, he’s going to feed me.
“Open,” he orders, and I do. He feeds me with the same concentrated attention as he bathed me. And I let him.
With food, my energy comes back. I push up off Gabriel’s chest. His arms tighten around me, but he lets me angle myself in his lap, partly facing him. “This is nice,” I say as my belly fills. I finger the richly patterned sleeve of his robe. Red and gold, the shimmering color of his dragon scales. “Do you like these colors because you’re the same color wh
