He helped me peel off my dirt-smudged dress, handing me one of his clean, oversized cotton shirts to sleep in. I slid under the thick, heavy quilts, pulling them up to my chin. The mattress dipped as Nash climbed in beside me, fully clothed, settling on top of the sheets.
He pulled me against his side, his strong arm wrapping around my waist, tucking my head securely into the crook of his neck.
I rested my hand over his chest, feeling the steady, powerful thud of his heart beneath my palm. Surrounded by his scent of cedar and rain, my eyes grew heavy, the exhaustion finally pulling me under.
The heavy warmth of Nash’s arm across my stomach faded, replaced by a weightless, floating sensation that pulled me out of sleep.
I opened my eyes and found myself standing in an endless expanse of
