Jackson shifts on the bed, but still doesn’t release me. But…I’m not upset by it. On the rare occasion that Zack cuddled with me, it always felt like the calm before the storm. Being held against him would keep me stuck in place, heart pounding and dread pooling like a million lead balls in my stomach. All while waiting for the unavoidable moment he would wake and burst the bubble. Subconsciously I brace for the dread. But it never comes. And even when he sleepily snuggles closer, all I feel is content. Which is what finally causes me to move. I shouldn’t feel so content this soon after
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