Chapter 6
I’m an early riser, so Vinge is still asleep when I wake up. Nothing but sleep had happened during the night, but in the morning hours, he’d snuggled up against my back with a hand resting on my hip. I scoot away from him carefully, not wanting to disturb him, but he doesn’t wake up. His breathing is deep and regular as I sit on the edge of the bed.
The cabin is dark; the fire has almost died during the night, and the sun has yet to rise, so all I see is the contours of his face. He’s relaxed in sleep, with one arm thrown carelessly over his head, his mouth slightly open, and he huffs every now and then. His hair is spread on the pillow, and a long strand has wound itself around his neck. With careful fingers, I pry it loose so he won’t wake up feeling strangled, and brush my t
