NADINE'S P.O.V
The rooms were almost identical to the ones at the last bunker.
It didn't have much, just a general living area with a dining table that could also serve as a work table and a bedroom with a bed, a bath and a closet. It was simple and so familiar that my chest ached.
Neither of us wasted time analyzing the room. We spent the rest of the day wrapped up in each other's arms, only breaking apart long enough to eat and take a bath. The relief we felt at finally being safe made the whole experience more intimate and heightened.
I couldn't remember when I slept off. All I knew was that one moment he had me on my back with my legs on his shoulders, and the next, I felt him nuzzling the crook of my neck with his nose.
"I have to go, princess," he whispered but I didn't stir. Being in his arms felt too good.
