He reached over, gently cupping her jaw with one hand. “You want to know something gross but also kind of funny?”
He started laughing, leaning back against the pillows and pinching the bridge of your nose. “I thought you were really pretty when I didn’t know who you were. I mean, I think that now too, but it was literally all I could think when I say you.”
She flushed, laughing slightly as she sat over him, propping herself up on her arm. "Really? That's not gross, it's sweet."
She rested her hand gently on his waist as she observed him. She sighed thoughtfully. "Are you feeling okay?"
“I’m tired,” he acknowledged. “And my head feels like it’s full of cotton. But I’m not brainwashed, so there’s that.”
“The ones here?” he asked, gesturing down. “That was Romero. His magic is more physical than it seems.”
“It’s alright,” he said gently, scooting over and resting his head on her shoulder. “I know it sounds coy, but I really am used to it...”
