Even in his sleep, his arm lifts as soon as mine begins to slide beneath his, seeking his heat and security. Even as I sleep, when I turn to the other side, he follows, his hand sliding up my body, coming to rest around my neck as his arm drapes over mine. For a moment, it traces my neck to my hairline, slides into my hair to grab a handful, resting his fist. A moment later, it slowly resumes it’s place around my neck. Even in sleep I am his.

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