When Austin finally awoke and disentangled himself from me, I had gotten roughly an hour of uneasy sleep. He sat up in bed and stretched, the sun's soft glow casting a warm light over the room.

"Good morning," he greeted me lazily. "Did you sleep at all?"

"No," I confessed as I rolled over to look at him. He was shirtless and I got a better look at the tattoos that covered his chest, just like they did Eden's.

They were all in the old sailor style, just like Eden's. I ...