“Go to sleep, Jessica,” he whispered as he stroked my hip. “Go to sleep and have sweet dreams.”
“So, dream of you and your hot looks?” I mumbled, relaxing into his skin, my eyes already closed.
His hand paused on my hip and I felt his lips curve against my temple.
“Or dream of you and your sassy backtalk?”
His smile grew.
“Or dream of you and your goodness? Your…yawn…irksome integrity.”
This earned me a chuckle and a squeeze.
“Or maybe I’ll just dream of us, like this, forever.” I shifted against him so I could get closer. “Yeah…that’s what I’ll do. I’ll dream of home.”
“Is this place home?” He kissed my cheek and I discerned the lingering smile in his voice.
“No, Duane.” I shook my head and confessed just before tumbling into blissful sleep, “You are.”
The End