When he fell asleep, he was next to Arthur. Now, he is very much on top of Arthur. Cheek and hand pressed against his broad chest, one of his legs actually hooked over one of Arthur’s. His heartbeat picks up, and he can’t help flinching away. Trying to, at least. At the slight movement, Arthur’s arm tightens around his waist, pinning him in place. Shae can’t crane his head up enough to see Arthur’s face, but he has to still be asleep.
