EZEKIEL
I glance at Daphne, curious about her sudden silence, only to find her dozing off. A quiet snort escapes my lips. I told her to watch me sleep, not to fall asleep herself.
Her head dips, nearly hitting the edge of the bedstand, and I instinctively reach out, catching her just in time. She lets out a soft moan, unconsciously adjusting her position and settling more comfortably on the bed, my hand still cradled beneath her head.
Then, she smiles. A slow, dreamy smile, like whatever she's seeing in that sleep-fogged mind of hers is utterly delightful. This woman.
Carefully, I try to slip my hand free from under her. But just as I start to pull away, she moans again, this time grabbing my hand in her sleep and tugging me forward. The motion catches me off guard, and before I know i
