His breath touched my mouth.
My palm remained warm against his neck.
His fingers twisted in my shirt.
“That’s what the dream is,” he whispered. “I’m looking for you.”
The room blurred.
I closed my eyes.
“You found me.”
His breath trembled between us.
“Did I?”
“I’m right here.”
We stayed that way for several heartbeats.
Foreheads touching.
My hand holding his neck.
His fist over my heart.
The urge to kiss him rose with enough force to frighten me.
I moved away first.
Noah opened his eye.
“Why did you pull back?”
“You need medication. And food.”
“That isn’t the reason.”
“No.”
He continued watching me.
I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the mattress.
The room tipped briefly.
I caught myself with one hand.
Noah noticed.
“You’re dizzy.”
“I stood too quickly.”
“You need sleep.”
“I slept.”
