“Well, I know that, you horndog,” I say teasingly, letting out a squeak as he squeezes me in his big arms. Our legs slot together and I feel around for the blanket so I can tug it up over hips as we settle together.
Sometimes we’ll drift apart in the night, waking up on our own sides of the bed, but I find it hard to fall sleep like that. I want to be wrapped up with him always, clutching at him with all my limbs. I know part of it is the fear of waking up without him again. I know that fear will never leave me, not entirely, and I also know that it doesn’t matter how tightly that I hold onto him.
But it helps me, soothes that scared part of me, and Oliver doesn’t seem to mind me wrapping myself around him like an octopus.
“Whatever you need,” I say back to him, echoing the sentiment, because I’d do anything for him. Anything at all, without question.
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Sometimes we’ll drift apart in the night, waking up on our own sides of the bed, but I find it hard to fall sleep like that. I want to be wrapped up with him always, clutching at him with all my limbs. I know part of it is the fear of waking up without him again. I know that fear will never leave me, not entirely, and I also know that it doesn’t matter how tightly that I hold onto him.
But it helps me, soothes that scared part of me, and Oliver doesn’t seem to mind me wrapping myself around him like an octopus.
“Whatever you need,” I say back to him, echoing the sentiment, because I’d do anything for him. Anything at all, without question.