We moved through the morning like zombies. My irritation only got worse at the looks she was getting. Her skin had stayed flushed, and I raised my hand, rubbing my finger over her cheek. “You feeling alright?” “Yeah, just warm.” I had half a mind to tell her to take the sweater off, but then I really would bash someone’s head for looking at her. She was tugging every protective instinct in me to the surface.
