The bed was too soft, too big, and yet somehow, I felt suffocated even in my shallow sleep.
The weight of RoughCoin's arm around my waist didn’t help.
He was a furnace, his body heat was radiating into my skin and making it impossible to escape the sensation of his presence.
I shifted slightly, awake, and trying to nudge RoughCoin back to his side.
"Can’t you… sleep on your side of the bed?” I murmured, my voice strained. “It’s such a big bed after all..'.
RoughCoin's deep chuckle rumbled against my back.
"Sleep, my love. I am very tired.". He replied, his voice laced with exhaustion.
For a moment, my resolve wavered.
RoughCoin sounded so human, so vulnerable. But the memory of what he had done and how he had ripped me from my family and forced me into this charade of a marriag
