“Have you slept at all?” he asked, coming in and cupping my jaw, my eyes nearly fainting from exhaustion. “No. Not without you.” “Take us to bed, sweetheart.” I led him upstairs, pulled back the sheet, and watched him undress before slipping in together. We didn’t talk, we didn’t kiss, and we didn’t have sex. We slept deeply and peacefully, intertwined and at home in each other’s arms. Finally.
