Seventy Two

Asher

“This is nice,” I said as I leaned against Jackson’s chest from where we sat on a blanket by the lake. “It’s . . . normal. That’s weird.”

His laughter rumbled from deep within him and made me sigh happily. “Normal is what we make it.”

I twisted in his arms. “I didn’t mean a picnic by the lake was weird. Just the not being hunted by demons and almost killed part. It’s sort of become the status quo.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “I knew what you meant, but thank you for clarifying. I figured we both could use a little R and R...