I'm lying tangled in the sheets with Hercules’s thigh in between both of mine and his hand sprayed protectively on my stomach when I open my eyes. The sky is still dark outside and the curtains move slowly to the gentle winds, as I gaze out and blink until I feel less drowsy. I may have only fallen asleep for a few hours and I'm not sure what the time is. I hear the devils slow heart beats against my cheek that is pressed on his chest and feel his breath on my hair, when I carefully take hold of his wrist to move his palm away from my belly and pull myself from being tangled in his arms, Hercules squeezes me gently to him and grumbles under his breath, still being deep in sleep but not wanting to let me go.
I look at where his thumb draws lazy movements on my skin right above my belly
