"Wasn't that the plan?" he points out. "Since you were going to read to me? Or should we table that so I can read to you?" He doesn't mind doing whatever she needs. If she wants to sleep, then she can sleep. If she wants to stay up, then so be it. He doesn't plan on leaving her, even if that means he just stays around the cabin to let her rest.
"I'm gonna be double checking a lot of things for a while," she confesses, "Everywhere. I feel all...shaky sometimes. I know you won't change your mind it's just, like when you aren't sure if you turned a light off when you left a room. But yeah I wanna read to you about a freakin' mouse on a motorcycle. Totally crazy."
She laughs and it abruptly wipes away any lingering melancholy. She's still grinning as she prances off to her room and then goes to his, arranging the blankets and finding a bookmark.
He takes a moment to shut off the television and arrange the living room, returning to his bedroom and tucking her into the blankets before settling down beside her.
She clears her throat. "Keith, the boy in the rumpled shorts and shirt, did not know he was being watched as he entered room 215 of the Mountain View Inn..."
It's easier to stay awake as she reads, but by the second chapter she's sunk down against him, her eyelids heavy.
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He playfully flips the blanket over her face.
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"Alright. Go on then."
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It's easier to stay awake as she reads, but by the second chapter she's sunk down against him, her eyelids heavy.
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"Sleep well."
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