Chapter 55

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. Her guilt confused him. "Yesterday, when I... Uh... Gr..grabbed your-" she pointed, "-your hair..." and trailed off.

"Did you find any?"

Her eyes rose to his, "Hm?"

"Bald spots, did you find any?"

She hurriedly shook her head. "None. I'm sorry."

Her humble look came across as very cute to him. It was rather endearing with her in her cartooned nightie.

He watched her as she watched him. They both observed each other, thinking things about one another. Giving into temptation, Eleanor rose a hand and threw him a rather wary look as she moved it toward his