Chapter Thirty Six
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
When I wake up the next morning, I’m cuddled up next to Nash, who’s sleeping soundly. His chest is warm, rising and falling with his breaths, and his hair smells like ocean air.
I feel great, and he looks like he does, too. Nash blinks awake, smiling softly at me as he rolls over and runs a hand through my hair.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he says, and I return his easy morning smile.
“Right back at you,” I say. “You look great this morning. Really.”
“I feel a lot better,” he says with a yawn. There’s a pinkness in his cheeks and a brightness in his eyes that I haven’t seen ever since he first picked me up.
“That moon rabbit pelt must be some strong magic,” I say. “We both slept with it in the bed, and now we’re back at full strength.”
“Uh, Sarah,” Nash says, looking confused. Then he points to the corner of the room, where he’d tossed his motorcycle helmet before climbing into bed with me.