I giggled at this and turned my face into the soft pillow. A moment later the bed dipped and I felt him climb in next to me, one of his legs moving between mine, his strong arms bringing my chest against his, and his hands smoothing down my body.
“Go to sleep, Jessica,” he whispered as he stroked my hip. “Go to sleep and have sweet dreams.”
“So, dream of you and your hot looks?” I mumbled, relaxing into his skin, my eyes already closed.
His hand paused on my hip and I felt his lips curve against my temple.
“Or dream of you and your sassy backtalk?”
His smile grew.
“Or dream of you and your goodness? Your…yawn…irksome integrity.”
This earned me a chuckle and a squeeze.
“Or maybe I’ll just dream of us, like this, forever.” I shifted against him so I could get closer. “Yeah…that’s what I’ll do. I’ll dream of home.”
“Is this place home?” He kissed my cheek and I discerned the lingering smile in his voice.
“No, Duane.” I shook my head and confessed just before tumbling into blissful sleep, “You are.”
~The End~