she rolled over to face him and curled into the nook of his arm.
it was like she was born to be in that place. in his warmth.
he pressed his mouth to the top of her head, drinking in her smell.
she felt safe. she felt right. she smelled like ripe mangos.
he shut his eyes tight. hoping the noise of his heart fluttering would wake her up.
he had never felt a stronger urge to be near someone.
it was more like a craving.