“Be still,” she murmured, nearly inaudible, “be still … “
A petulant pout formed on his lips but he obeyed without question, hips stilling and lowering to the bed as he turned to face her. “I love you so much, Summer…”
His only answer was her soft breathing. Even in sleep her hand drifted across his skin, as if she couldn’t bear not knowing for sure if he was there. The emotional privation of the past three months was written clearly in lines on her face, lines that hadn’t been there before.