C55 Chapter Fifty-five

Andreas awoke the next morning to a weight across his back and something going through his hair. Casting his eyes downward, he saw a folded thigh. Sighing, he flipped over to find Eleanor, fingers deep in his hair, sitting astride him.

"What are you doing?" His rough morning voice coming through.

"Checking for bald spots," she said in a small voice, raising a hand to her cheek and looking away