*River*
My left arm aches unmercifully, while my right arm feels nothing at all, not even the heavenly softness of the woman whose head has managed to make my arm numb while she uses it as a pillow. It's an incredible shame, I think, as I cautiously, slowly, pull what I hope is the last pin from her hair. I toss it into the darkness, joining the others I've painstakingly located and removed. Her hair is incredibly thick, amazingly silky, and very abundant. Long. I'm certain it reaches past the small dip in her lower back.
She snuggles closer against me. I suppress a groan and ball my hand into a fist to stop it from cradling her face. I don't want to wake her because the moment she becomes aware of the way she's burrowed into me as she sleeps, she will move away from me with the speed of
