NORA
I should've gone back to sleep after searching the closet. But I had found nothing that could have incriminated him. Now, I'm sitting cross-legged beside him, watching.
He's asleep on his side, one arm stretched across the mattress where I'd been lying earlier. My fingers hover above his hair before I give in.
"...One touch," I whisper to myself. "That's all."
I brush a few strands of dark hair away from his forehead. They're so soft, slipping between my fingers like silk. A strange warmth spreads through my chest at the contact.
He doesn't wake up.
Encouraged, I let my fingers drift through his hair slowly, gently combing it back. My fingertips graze his scalp, and his breathing deepens. His forehead relaxes beneath my fingers.
"...You really are exhausting," I mumble.
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