*Blanca*
Before I even open my eyes, I know that something is different. My back hurts, and the bed beneath me feels harder than usual.
The pillow beneath my head doesn’t quite feel right either. It’s familiar–but it’s not the paper thin slip of fabric I’m used to resting my head on.
When the pillow moves, everything comes back to me. My eyes fly open, and I realize that Kieran and I have shifted our positions in the middle of the night. His eyes are closed, thank the Goddess, and he makes a small murmuring noise as he readjusts on the floor of the cave.
Somehow, he’s got his head on the backpack I was using as a pillow–and my head was on his chest.
“Great googly moogly,” I mumble, barely a whisper. The last thing I want is for him to wake up and look up at me, seeing me hovering this
