“Then, I’m good.” I adjust my blanket and close my eyes again. “Just for the record, you make an excellent pillow, demon.”
“Is that . . . a compliment?”
“Definitely.”
He’s so warm, and being snuggled into him feels like I’m leaning up against a furnace. But even outside that cocoon of body heat, he makes me feel comfortable. Protected. And not only in a physical sense. Secure to say what’s on my mind. Safe to just be . . . myself.
Drifting into a blissful haze, I’m dimly aware of the regular world that continues to turn. The less-than-empty streets. A siren in the distance, breaking the hum of traffic. The not-quite stillness of the night.
“You don’t have any pets,” he says in that broken voice.
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“Because, keeping an animal indoors means keeping them confined. Almost
