MY NECK HAS A MAJOR CRICK in it when the sunlight hits my eyes and pulls me out of my sleep. I groan as I straighten up, but my arm doesn’t come with me. I look down at it to find Lana curled against me, still dressed in her yoga pants and white t-shirt. Her hair is even messier than yesterday. I wrap my other arm around her and squeeze her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“No, I’m sorry.” I squeeze her as hard as I can. “I shouldn’t have pushed. I knew I shouldn’t have answered the phone, and I’m just really sorry.” I nuzzle my face into her hair and hold her there. “I didn’t mean to upset you, Lana.” I kiss the top of her head.
“I know.” Her voice is still a whisper.
“I just want to protect you.”
“I know,” she says again.
“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, Lana.” I drop my forehead to hers and look into her eyes. She reaches up and brushes her fingers across my cheek.
“Me either.” She presses a kiss to my mouth.
I love that she never holds a grudge.