Groaning in his sleep, Joey rolled onto his side and reached for me. “Molloy.” Shivering, I let him pull me back into his arms and press a kiss to my temple. “Hmm?” “Don’t run,” he mumbled in his sleep as he draped his arm around my body and spooned me from behind. “Stay, baby.” “I’ll stay, Joe,” I whispered, clutching onto his forearm for dear life. “If you will.”
