I lie awake in the night with his body coiled around me possessively, his face buried in the back of my hair, breathing deeply in his sound sleep. My arm has been freed from the restraint, and it’s only the bedding keeping me captive as he’s still not gotten under the comforter with me. I must have dozed off at some point, and he took it off, but I can only remember tossing and turning until he switched off that damn movie.  

His arms are wrapped around my upper body, his fingers ...