We were back in Reed's bed, his arms around me, my back to his front. His breath blew over my damp hair across my neck. I listened as his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep holding me. We needed to talk. I had so much I wanted to say, but he needed sleep. I'd seen the exhaustion in his eyes. We could talk later.

His tightening arms woke me up. His stomach growling made me laugh. I could feel him hard against my back.

"I'm hungry." His rough, sleepy voice was ...