I don't say anything when he finally settles fully into the bed.
I wait until his breathing evens out, until the room sinks into that quiet that only comes when the house is asleep. Then I move.
There are too many pillows on this bed anyways those fancy and heavy ones. I stack them anyway, one by one, dragging them between us until there's a wall from the mattress to our chests.
A stupid wall. But it's something.
I shove the last pillow into place and lie back down, staring at the ceiling.
"Stay," I mutter under my breath, pressing my palm into the pillow nearest my face like it can hear me. "Just stay there."
I turn onto my side, back to him, knees tucked up slightly. My head hurts and it feels heavy. So I close my eyes….. but doesn't come right away.
Eventually, exhaustion wins over and I'm pulling into a dreamless sleep.
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A disturbingly familiar weight presses against my back.
Not heavy enough to crush me.
I groan before I even open my eyes. "Son of a bitch."
