I curled deeper into the big, hard, stranger at my side. My arm snaking around him and holding tight. My thigh curving around his. My knee and calf falling between his legs. My hips cradled by the side of his. My cheek pillowed on his massive, hard chest. This was something I did normally in my sleep with covers and pillows. Something I did that night with something a lot warmer, a lot more comfortable and a lot more dangerous. And when I slept curled tight around my dark stranger husband, I slept deep.
