Past, Revisited

Wyck was afraid to breathe. They had sat together, watching the moon, finishing the cheesecake and their wine, listening to the fire crackling in the hearth. When Harper still made no move to pull away from him, Wyck closed his eyes and let the scent of her coconut shampoo fill his nostrils.

This was where he needed to be. Always. He stroked her arm over her sweater as she snuggled closer into him. He felt the stress of the day melt away from him as he tightened his arm around her shoulder. He wanted to say something. To pull up another memory for them to share. To remind her how good they had been together.

Before he could come up with anything, a cashmere-covered arm was draping over his middle and resting on his waist. He looked down. Sure enough, Harper was sound asleep. The stress she'd been under must have finally consumed her. He remembered how she'd always pulled him closer to her while she slept. He didn't think she was aware she did it, but he'd always loved it. Even in sl