Chapter Eight: SomnophiliaHis precious angel has always been such a deep sleeper, her entire body lax, wings spread around them, covering them like an oversized blanket.
He used to worry about accidentally putting his weight on them when she was younger, but she's always preferred sleeping on top of him, draping herself all over her like a big cat. She has always run cold and Werewolve run hot, so having her on him is absolutely perfect, him providing her with the warmth that her body isn't capable of producing. Birds are supposed to have more feathers than her, after all. He so hates hiding any part of her, though.
He has her dresses all tailor-made so that her wings can spread comfortably behind her, the cutting hugging around her waist and hips. It exposes all of her back and leaves h
