she turned her head and felt the whisper of his breath on her cheek . her stomach grazes the arm i have wrapped around her legs , and that brief touch is all i can think about . there was a small kitchen off to her left and a door to her right she assumed was the bathroom . she 's awake , breathing on her own . i saw her drive up in her red sports scar and unfold those long legs from the driver 's seat . impossible , he said : there had to be four of them . 