[She’s fallen asleep somewhere in that silence, between her speaking and his response, so whatever weight hangs in the air between them is ultimately lost to her in the midst of what will likely be a dreamless, deep sleep.
But her body reacts to his, as he moves and as her body falls heavy against him. And deep down, whether reflexive or subconsciously, she doesn’t want to let go. So as he moves her, pulls her into bed close to him, she keeps that closeness by cuddling up close, nestling her head against his chest, the beat of his heart soothing in an intimate way.
She mutters something, a name or a word that starts with the letter ‘L,’ but it dissipates into a mutter, muffled against the cloth of his shirt as she nestles closer, body curling around him, an arm draping across his midriff, keeping herself close. Possessive in a way.
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But her body reacts to his, as he moves and as her body falls heavy against him. And deep down, whether reflexive or subconsciously, she doesn’t want to let go. So as he moves her, pulls her into bed close to him, she keeps that closeness by cuddling up close, nestling her head against his chest, the beat of his heart soothing in an intimate way.
She mutters something, a name or a word that starts with the letter ‘L,’ but it dissipates into a mutter, muffled against the cloth of his shirt as she nestles closer, body curling around him, an arm draping across his midriff, keeping herself close. Possessive in a way.
She’s not going to wake for awhile.]