The sudden warmth of his large body radiating behind her back made her skin prickle with an intense electricity. The mattress dipped significantly under his weight, and she could feel the gentle whisper of his breath against the back of her neck.
"Darmiel... what do you think you are doing?" she whispered into the darkness, her voice trembling slightly as she kept her gaze fixed on the sleeping form of their son. "Your clothes are in the bag. Go put them on."
"The bed is big enough for the three of us, Ameelah," Darmiel murmured in a low, tired voice, completely ignoring her protest. He shifted closer, his long arm moving cautiously over her waist until his large palm rested gently on her stomach, pulling her back slightly so that her spine was pressed against his solid chest. "I’m exhau
