Heelas sleep is as dangerous as mine, unlike the first night in Idris, she is pressed against me tight.
She is in my arms in the edge of the bed, avoiding the wet stain left in the center of the mattress.
Her sleep is deep, her frown while she sleeps is as adorable as it is fearsome.
The woman gave out on me, she whispered our safe word without taking a bite, much to my relief.
I lay on my back with her atop me ever since.
The paranoid minx goes in and out periodically, as if checking her surroundings, and making sure I am still here.
She has been awake for a while now, just unwilling to move.
"You could have a family".
"You could run, and be free, and no one would find you".
Her tone of voice sounds childish.
I smile at her words.
"No one besides you".
I reach down and scratch her back, before cupping her bottom, kissing her head gently.
