When I wake up next (holy Dayquil, Batman! Er...) Lochlan has his head resting on the pillow beside me. He's staring at me and suddenly I'm afraid. This was how I woke up the first day knowing full well that Jacob was gone forever. Only it was Ben staring at me because the Red Chicken didn't want to take the blame for the bad news and it backfired on him and oh well, I wonder what day it is now?
I calm myself as I try to focus on his eyes, the 'completely unremarkable compared to yours windswept-isle green', as he calls them to me. Bleak-green. Brean. Gleek. Something something fever. If he had my color of green eyes, I would walk around throwing my panties at his face all fucking day long.
Hey, is it warm in here or do I still have a fever?
It's Friday, sleepyhead. Want some breakfast? You can't have my crow though, I have to eat it all.
Huh? I sit up on my elbows. What do you mean?
I did not mean to imply that you were retarded because you physically look for your memories, Peanut. I actually love seeing it. I just ran with a moment and tried a zinger and it was insulting and childish. I'm really sorry, love.
Apology accepted. I didn't take it personally, Loch. Your timing was priceless.
He half-smiles and moves in to kiss my forehead and I sneeze right in his face.
ACK! Bridget!
Sorry!
