"I can’t believe you," I whispered as I gently stroked his hair so as not to wake him. "I should be the one sleeping since you made me tired.”

After we made love, I thought I would be the one to sleep first because of my body pain, but here he is, sleeping soundly beside me.

Still, seeing him like this feels wonderful. His hand is still wrapped around my waist as if I were about to leave his side, even though I'm not.

He was unconscious, yet he remained protective. How adorable.

"Oh, fuck," ...