I woke up the next morning feeling like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I had finally told Celine how I felt. How I've always felt. After tossing and turning in that small bunk bed, I was glad to have heard her footsteps creeping across the floor. And even more glad when I heard her step outside onto the balcony. I didn't go out there expecting to spill my guts. But I was glad I did.
It wasn't just the sex that had helped lull me to sleep. That was a really good bonus, though. I think getting my feelings off of my chest may secure my spot with Celine. Especially now that Sam's around. And that is what really helped me sleep soundly.
Jacob's leg was much better. He could move around a bit more freely. Which is how he found a drip pot tucked back behind some junk under the CB radio's desk. He was making coffee with the drip pot when I sat up in the bunk.
