#Chapter 140: Pancakes and Eggs

I woke up in Matt’s arms. He lay curled against me, his leg wedged between mine. His arm was draped over my stomach, the other acting as a pillow beneath my head. I could feel his soft breaths on the back of my neck, and the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back. Soft light filtered around the curtains, lighting up the motel room. It looked worse in the daylight, everything well-worn and over-used. I didn't mind where we were, though, as long as we were together. Last night, Matt barely spoke. He just got ready for bed and curled up against me. I didn’t talk either, just held his hand until we both fell asleep. I snuggled closer to him, and he tightened his hold on me. I was worried about him, but I didn’t want to force him to talk until he was ready. What happened was terrible, and I knew he needed time to process everything. The most important thing was being with him. Even if it meant incurring Jack’s wrath. Matt sat up suddenly, his breathing hitched. I turned over