I didn’t fall back into a sleep after that. Every small movement he made, a shift in his breathing, the slight twitch of his hand still tangled in my hair, kept pulling me back just as I was about to drift off. It wasn’t frustrating, though.
“Have you gone back to sleep?” His whispered, breaking the silence, almost as if he was hesitant to disturb the moment.
I opened my eyes again, blinking a few times before answering. “No, not yet,” I murmured.
His hand paused briefly in my hair before resuming its lazy movements, fingertips grazing my scalp. The touch was soothing, almost hypnotic, and I was starting to wonder if he was doing it more for himself than for me.
“Where do you go?” he asked, breaking the silence again. And he sounded more curious than relaxed this time “When you leave
