A soft sigh blew past her lips, and as she leaned back against my chest, she tilted her head away so I had more access to her neck. “Thanks for making lunch,” I mumbled against her skin before placing another kiss there. “I really don’t know how you survived for two years on your own, Jag. I know I wasn’t feeding you since I wasn’t even feeding myself.” Her hand went up to the chain on her neck, and I tightened my arms around her. “Microwavable food and takeout. My best friends.” Grey laughed and dropped the ring she’d been grasping, then turned around in my arms to face me. “Obviously.” Her face fell and the tips of her fingers traced under my eyes for a few seconds before she repeated the words she’d been saying all morning. “You look so tired.” “I know. I never went to sleep last night.” Her head jerked back and she pressed her hands flat on my chest to push me back.
