Re: OTA
Savannah blinked, trying to see who CJ was speaking to. She could hear the reply, but a piece of debris, strategically placed, hid him from her. With weak fingers, she touched his chest, begging for his attention to return to her.
"Are we going somewhere?"
Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, weak but insistent.
"Can't we just like stay here?" She looked up at him with pleading eyes, eyes that wanted to close in slumber. It wasn't that she was comfortable here... It was just that she...didn't want to move.