I wasn't awake when he said my name, but I had woken up at some point during the night. I had started to freak out, because what was supposed to have only been a short nap, quickly turned in to something that was much, much longer. My mother would be worried and/or angry that I hadn't made it home. I was so tempted to up and leave. It would have been a very Leah-esque sort of thing to do, to disappear in the middle of the night, to leave him behind.
But though my mind told me one thing, my heart told me another. I didn't want to leave his side. I didn't want to leave him alone in the forest. I was warm, and snuggly, and tired. Though there were hunger pangs, I would much rather have skipped out on dinner and give some explanation to my mom, than to dash off.
So I stayed. Right there on the ground where I rest against his broad chest. I had let sleep overtake me once more, a silly little smile on my face as I started to dream again.
Stirring when he asked, I let out a yawn and started to stretch my arms. I sat up, blinking my blurry eyes before they focused in on him. I felt a little shy, so I flashed him a sheepish grin, "Good morning." This would be the first of many, I thought. The first of many mornings I might wake up beside him.
That was such a weird realization, but it made me inwardly giddy, hopefully that this, whatever we had, might be able to work out after all.