Interlude: Chapter 11

Amy

Amy awoke to Dimitri trailing his thumb down her back, the previous night still vivid in her mind. With a smile spreading across her face, she lazily angles to face him but feels a dull twinge in her lower regions. “Ow,” she groans, and Dimitri sat up, a guilty grimace appearing on his face. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m sure it’s normal.” Amy says before he started fussing over nothing. She strokes his cheek where the bullet grazed his face and he smiles, bringing her closer to him. “Good morning,” she says, sleep lacing her tone. Settling her head down on his chest, Dimitri kissed her hair and grins, “Are you certain you’re feeling okay, Amaranthe?” he asked her, his voice still interwoven with concern and she nods while snuggling further into his embrace. “I promise I’m okay. I’ll take another Advil after breakfast if that will make you feel better?” she replies, try