Silas’ arms suddenly felt painfully empty. He wanted to hold her. To caress her to sleep against his chest. “How do you feel?” He asked, voice thick. Popping the second truffle into her mouth, Ivy tilted her head in thought. “A bit tired,” she said. “Kind of fuzzy headed, like I’m coming off cold medicine.” Silas nodded. “That’s normal.” “I don’t feel so jittery anymore,” she said, sipping from the plastic bottle. “I bet I sleep like a baby,” she chuckled. “Trust me, you will,” he said with a lopsided grin.
