Chapter 20

Pixie

I woke up to my head on a hard chest. At first I thought I was still on the couch with Ice. But two things stood out to make me realize I wasn’t. The first is the couch isn’t this comfortable and second I have never seen this many tattoos on Ice. I recognized the tattoo I was laying on. Ethan. That is the only person it could be. I lift my head to see him smiling at me. “ Morning, baby.” he said. I couldn’t help it, so I smiled back. “ Morning, Ethan. Did you sleep well?” I asked.

Ethan kissed the top of my head and tightened his arms around me. “ Better than I have in a long time. What about you?” he asked. I thought about it. I could lie or admit the truth to both of us. But I didn’t have to look him in the eye. I laid my head back on his chest and ran my hand slowly over it. “ Yea, I did. You still are a good pillow.” I told him. We don’t say anything for a minute, maybe two. I don’t know. I just kept rubbing his chest. Ethan moved one hand and ran his fingers through my