I open my eyes a bit later and realize I had fallen asleep on Nicholas' shoulder. I look up discreetly and meet his eyes. I redden in embarrassment, and his lips twitch. 

"Sorry," I mumble. 

"You snore," his tone is teasing. 

"I do not!" 

I gaze out the window, ignoring his penetrating stare and hidden smile. What is it about my embarrassment that pleases him? 

I notice our landscape has changed. We are ...