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~Velma’s POV
I had been lying there, half on my side, half on my back, just watching him sleep.
Theron slept like he trusted the world. Like nothing bad could reach him when his eyes were closed. His breathing was slow and even, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that somehow made the room feel calmer. The lamp beside the bed cast a soft glow over his face, catching the line of his jaw, the faint crease between his brows that never fully left, even in sleep.
I smiled to myself.
Earlier, he had insisted on watching a movie together, even though he had been the first to start yawning. He had claimed he was not tired, that he could stay awake, that I should stop teasing him. And then, not even twenty minutes in, his head had tilted slightly, his eyes fluttered, and he was
