Olivia nestled closer to Kafka, her body curling against his side, her arm draping over his chest, brushing Abigaille's as she pressed herself into his warmth. The bed creaked softly under their weight, and despite it being her first time sleeping so close to him in years, it felt effortless, like slipping into a familiar embrace.
His steady heartbeat thrummed against her, a quiet promise of safety that wrapped around her heart, making her feel untouchable, as if the world could crumble outside and she'd still be secure in his presence. The lack of a blanket didn't matter; his warmth was enough, filling her with a cherished glow that loosened her tongue, urging her to share the thoughts swirling in her mind.
She took a soft breath, her voice breaking the gentle giggles still lingering between Kafka and Abigaille.
