His eyes slip closed. “You killed me dead.” “Death by orgasm. Not the worst way to go.” He smiles, eyes shut. “Just a metaphor, Clarke. I’m not going anywhere.” His words are slurred with sleepiness. My smile deepens. “Good. I want you around for a long time.” “Hmm.” His smile fades, sleep smoothing his expression. A soft snore rolls out of him. I bite my lip, smiling so wide it hurts. Tears settle in the corners of my eyes. I could stare at him, watch him sleep like this, naked and peaceful beside me, forever.
