Marie's POV
"He needs his sleep," I thought to myself, lying restless beside him in the still, hushed hours before dawn, "he has to be up early for work."
I closed my eyes, the inside of my eyelids no change from the darkened ceiling I'd been staring at before, I tried to relax. I breathed slowly, and deeply, attempting to ignore the warm, solid presence at my side. Instead, I found myself syncing my breathing to his, almost painfully aware of the points - shoulder, elbow, hip, leg - where they touch. I feel my skin prickle into goosebumps, n*****s tightening, the friction of the bedsheet against them suddenly very noticeable. I tried to swallow, but my mouth went dry, and an ironic surge of wetness pooled between my legs. I'd never understood what it is about him that affects me like th
