“Come here,” he said. She hesitated. “I’m not going to bite you.” A corner of his mouth hitched. “Not unless you want me to.” Her eyes narrowed. His laughter was soft and sleepy. “It was a joke.” “I know that.” She hesitated a moment more. Then, perhaps against her better judgement, she scooted closer to him, and she let him wrap his arm around her and pull her against his chest. “Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked. “I’m fine.” He sounded like he was losing his battle to stay awake. “Just go to sleep,” he added, yawning again. “You’re safe here.”
