Chloe twirled gently beneath the motel sheets, Damien's arm wrapped snugly around her waist, anchoring her to him like she was something precious he didn't want to lose again.
She shifted to face him, smiling softly as she watched him sleep—peacefully, as though the chaos of the past few days had never touched him.
But Chloe knew that it had in more ways than one and this was the only good sleep he's gotten since he began searching for her.
There was something beautiful about seeing him like this. Vulnerable and at ease.
She leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, then eased back onto her pillow, content to watch him breathe.
"What do I do to get another one?" he murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips, eyes still closed.
Chloe flushed. "Maybe just exist."
He stirred, then opened his eyes fully and immediately pulled her closer into his chest.
"You're really here," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
