When Shilo wakes, she is surprised to find him still beside her, one hand resting on her stomach and his eyes closed. They are stretched out flat beside each other; he has the blanket tucked up over himself, but neither of them bothered to put any clothes on. It didn't seem worth it then, and it doesn't seem worth it now, but she can't help but pull the blanket up to her shoulders as she turns on her side to face him. "I know you're not sleeping," she murmurs.
He opens one eye and regards her with a wary caution that seems terribly out of place ater last night. She wants to be hurtbut it's only his way. She knew what she was getting, and she still wants it. He's only afraid because he wants this as bad as she does, after all. "I should be," he says, sliding his hand up to her ribs and letting it rest on the side of her breast. "It's too early for this nonsense."
"You're always up right now anyway," she points out. She hopes he can see in her eyes the thing she isn't as