Sapphire

I smile when I feel the arm draped across my waist move as I try and slip out from underneath it. I am finally successful as I quietly walk to the bathroom. I stand in the doorway, watching Dylan’s arm swirl around, looking for me. I slip back into bed and am immediately pulled against his rock-solid chest. I look at the clock, and fuck; it’s two in the morning. I glance over my shoulder when I feel him bury his face against my shoulder. I swear he just sniffed me. I can’t help but smile when he groans and pulls me tighter against him. Not that I mind. He is warm, and I feel incredibly safe with him. I turn over, with some difficulty, and snuggle into his chest.

“Sleep.” He mumbles.

I know he is asleep; the fact that he is mumbling in his sleep is adorable. I am urged to grab my phone and record him, but his warmth is sinking into my body, lulling me back to sleep. I glance up at him one last time as I slowly fall asleep.

“How the fuck did you escape?” Keegan asks.