Summer curled her fingers against his face, then stepped in closer, putting her arms around his shoulders and leaning her head on his hair. “Stay with me for tonight?”
He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Of course, but I must be up early in the morning, I have a shift.”
“I will wake you,” she murmured. She wound her fingers in his hair, combing through the curls. “Please don’t sleep in your chain mail.” Rubbing her cheek against the top of his head, she wished this one moment, safe and warm and at least a little wanted, could last forever. She tried to hold on to it, store the memory up for when he would leave.