For some reason, he isn’t leaving, and I’m not telling him to. A few moments pass, then I’m pulled against him again. “Just to be sure we did the full six hours,” he whispers against my ear. “Okay?” I nod. “Okay.” We fall asleep for what feels like hours, but in reality, going by the sunlight still barely lighting up the room, it’s only been about twenty minutes. But his hand is on my hip, and the electricity strumming between us is intense and indestructible.
