A couple hours later I blink. My room's spinning and my stomach lurches. But there's a warm fizz of exhilaration making my hands shake. Aiden's ribs are hard under my ear, his heartbeat echoing mine in my head.
"Hey, you back?" he says, his voice husky with fatigue.
"Uh huh." I roll off his chest. My stomach threatens for a moment, then eases. "But I feel sick."
"It'll pass." He rolls onto his side and strokes my hair. "You're beautiful when you're floating," he says quietly. I turn my head to look at him and there's this . . . surge. My chest swells. His eyes look black in the darkness, but he's warm and here. A solid wall to lean on when I'm scared.
I swallow back emotion I don't want to analyze and lift my chin to kiss him. "You're handsome in the dark," I whisper back.
He snorts.
