Grace
I am wrapped in a warm cocoon that smells like leather and spice. It’s intoxicating, familiar in a way that my sleepy brain can’t quite place. I burrow deeper into the warmth, sighing as the heat slides along my skin like a second blanket.
Why does my bed feel this warm and cozy all of a sudden?
A low hum vibrates against my back — steady, rhythmic. Breathing. Someone’s breathing.
That’s… odd.
The sound is comforting, though, and I let it sink into me in a way that makes my muscles slowly relax as my body recognizes it, even if my mind doesn’t. Whoever it is feels solid behind me—anchored. Safe. And they smell f*cking delicious.
I don’t question it. I don’t want to. I just want to remain in my happy little cocoon.
Somewhere in the fog of sleep, I decide this must be why I fe
