#Chapter 120 – Making Plans

Ethan When Jane wakes the next morning, bleary eyed and still much too pale for my liking, she looks up at me in confusion. “What happened last night?” Part of me is disappointed that she doesn’t remember the progress we made yesterday, but I’m more grateful that she doesn’t seem to remember her nightmares. I didn’t leave Jane’s side again after finding her so devastated, and thankfully she slept through the night without further incident. Now she lies safely in the circle of my arms, her stunning green eyes wide and vulnerable. “How much do you remember?” I ask, tracing my fingers over her cheek. She leans into my touch and stretches like a sleepy kitten, going from uncertain and worried, to petted and pampered. “I remember you finding me,” she explains, her cheeks turning pink, “and the bath.” “Mhmm,” I encourage, unable to hide my smile. Jane is starting to squirm as she recalls those intimate moments, “what else?” “I remember you teasing me.” She sulks, “As if being si