My stomach rumbled, and Ryan’s deep breathing brought me back to reality. His arms were still wrapped around me, his head on my stomach just as we had been when we fell asleep. The red digital display from the bedside clock read just five minutes past ten. We hadn’t slept long, but we’d definitely missed dinner at the lodge. My eyes began to adjust to the moonlight that filtered through the window, and Ryan’s broad shoulders were illuminated by the light. I twirled a lock of his hair in my fingers as I thought about the past few months. We’d spiraled and burned so freaking bright, like earlier, and right now… the heavy weight of his body resting on mine… it couldn’t get any better. My fingertips left his mane of thick, dark blond hair and trailed a path along his neck, exploring every centimeter of his skin on the way down to his shoulder. He inhaled deeply and turned his head so his nose was almost buried in my belly button. His beard was bristly against my skin, but the light touch of his breath tickled, and both of the sensations together made me squirm with a giggle.
