Chapter 18

Remy

I jolt awake, not by an alarm like I usually do, but by the smell of food and the feel of soft kisses on my neck. Memories of how Tatum and I've spent the last few hours tangled up in each other are at the forefront of my mind. This is the best way I can remember ever waking up.

Reaching behind me, I grab hold of the back of her head, pulling her mouth closer to mine. She leans over, her hair tickling my arm. "How long have I been out?" Judging by the fact I smell either food cooking or already done, it's been a while.

"I'm not sure," she admits. "All I know was I woke up starving, so I made us dinner. You slept the entire way through it, even when I made noises of frustration about not knowing where everything is. You must have been tired." She rests her head on my chest as I turn over onto my back.

Lazily, I put my fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp. I lick my dry lips and argue with what I want to say in my head. How do I tell her I haven't slept wel