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Jack woke up when Anna squeezed him tight.
She was snuggled up with an arm around his belly, her head resting on his chest, nestled under his chin. It was still the dead of night, and their room aboard the Silver Star was lit only by simulated moonlight from a window that looked out on the garden. Still, he felt refreshed from a deep, restful sleep. “Sorry,” Anna whispered, “I didn't mean to wake you.”
Closing his eyes, Jack kissed her forehead. “You don't ever have to apologize for that.” His fingertips glided over her back; her skin was so soft. “You can wake me up for cuddles any time you need to.”
“I was feeling vulnerable.”
Jack felt a lazy smile come on, one that he didn't even try to hide, and he chuckled. “Not an easy thing to deal with,” he murmured. “Especially not for An
