*Olivia*

When morning came, I was still in his arms, our legs entangled, his hand gently playing with the hair cascading along my back. A sense of heaviness lingered over us like a large heavy blanket.

Consciousness was not where I wanted to be this particular morning. Despite knowing how childish it was, I refused to open my eyes, playing limp as I savored the feeling of being wrapped in his arms.

I didn’t want to wake up, to face the danger and fear of ...