Aaron practically jumped onto the couch, trying to hide his excitement for her story. He grabbed a pen and began to read, instantly finding himself absorbed. Claire began to flip through her own pages, reliving her tale and looking for his red markings along the way.
The two continued on, turning pages and shifting positions in the dim light, Claire constantly eyeing her son. How dedicated he was as he scribbled down notes, and biting the cap while his eyes scanned the pages. She marveled out how he rapidly devoured her words. She watched when his pulse quickened, or his chest rose for breath. His hand would knead the cushions like dough. His teeth chewed the plastic of the cap. His blood felt like fire constantly growing until finally, he came to the last word, and let out a deep breath.
