“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.”
