I shake my head. You pull me closer, and suddenly the dark isn't empty anymore. It's full — full of your warmth, your heartbeat against my palm, your voice low and rough and meant only for me.
But then your eyes flutter open, still hazy with sleep. And you whisper, "Can't sleep either?" intimatepov
Some people search their whole lives for a moment this quiet. And here I am — tangled in sheets and you — afraid to move, because moving might break the spell. I shake my head