Nikolai lays his head on my chest, wraps his arm around my middle, and throws his leg over mine. “You’re not going anywhere anymore.” He kisses my Adam’s apple. “Night, baby.” A lump constricts my breathing and I can’t swallow past it as I stare sideways to find his face buried in my neck, his hair falling on the pillow. His breathing soon evens out and I smile to myself. Didn’t he say he doesn’t sleep in a bed? I stroke his arm and kiss the top of his head. “Night, Niko.”
