Sophie Dash

Isaac dared not move and she did not stir either, both staring up at the canopy above. If he reached over, if he __o, no. It was better to keep a small shield between them, to preserve the little progress they had made in their standoffish, untested relationship, two strangers forced together under impossible circumstances. The last thing he needed was to push her away, to frighten her, to be the brute she__ taken him for. It had been three weeks since they__ been in this very same position and so much had changed and yet so little. A ridiculous, naïve hope drifted into his head before he found sleep: perhaps one day, a long time from now, they would be friends. He would settle for that, if he could have nothing more. Even though he wanted everything.

Give her books, where other people did all the running around and courting; it was far easier to read about such matters than to experience them herself.