Safiyah Ali

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yet as soon as I’m in the bed with him, he seems to sense me. His arm comes out, gripping me by the waist, and he tugs me over as if I weigh nothing, sliding me right up against his body. I hold my breath in surprise, going still, but he doesn’t wake. He simply lets out a long exhale, as if he can relax even more now that I’m tucked against his side. I fall asleep just as quickly as he did, with a sigh and a smile drifting from my lips.
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