21

~Dawn

I got next to no sleep that night.

The bed was almost too luxurious, the room to foreign and the bed clothes I've been provided are too slippery. Every time Rylan made a single movement in his sleep, I would slide closer to him unintentionally. He would grumble, try to wrap his arms around me before I would try sidle away.

It was an entire routine through the night. Not only was I spending the night trying to stay away from his gloriously warm body, but my head ached and my stomach churned constantly.

At one point, I slept, then woke again.

Evidently, gravity and Rylan's wandering hands played a part in our proximity. My back pressed securely against his chest, his arm draped lazily over my waist. His warmth seeps blissfully through my bed clothes, allowing me a few moments to consider staying in bed with him for another hour. His scent is pleasant and addicting, making it all the more difficult to peel the covers back and step out of bed.

Rylan barely shifts at my movement.