Carefully, Jessamyn tried to shift, not wanting to wake him but needing to adjust her position. As she moved, Jerrick mumbled something incoherent and tightened his grip momentarily before relaxing again. His arm around her waist was firm yet tender, and his eyebrows were knitted.
She felt a pang of something—affection, perhaps?—as she gently traced her finger between his eyebrows.
"Jerrick," she whispered softly, testing to see if he would wake. He didn't stir, his breathing deep and even.
With a sigh, Jessamyn decided to let herself relax. There would be time for questions and doubts later. For now, she allowed herself to sink back into the warmth of his embrace, the strange sense of security he provided wrapping around her as surely as his arms.
Without knowing, she started to caress his hair. It was fluffy and silky smooth to the touch; relaxing. The soft sensation of his hair lulled her back to sleep.
