I sink into him, as his hand moves through my hair slowly, pressing my back against him. Thumb tracing lines on my skin that feel like promises. “You can sleep here,” he murmurs. “Monsters can’t reach you in my arms.” I press closer, curling against him, letting my head rest on his chest. His heartbeat is steady under my ear, real and constant as I drift, finally, into sleep.
— Oct 24, 2026 01:47PM
Add a comment