He put his elbow over his eyes and gave a breath of laughter. The morning light pooled in the hollow between his collarbones and picked out the gold in his hair. “Well, I knew it was too much to hope for cuddling,” he said, “but I expected to be allowed to sleep in at least.” “Don’t you want to find your door?” “No,” he said, reaching for me. “At this precise moment, I can genuinely say that my only wish is to remain here with you.
