Sawyer rested his hands lightly on Elizabeth’s lower back and closed his eyes as she yawned and nestled herself closer to him.
The small fire in the fireplace meant the room was comfortably warm, and she had not moved to get dressed again; she seemed happy to fall asleep on him there in the living room, even though he wasn’t tired and it was really not very late.
He was still too tense to relax fully, but he enjoyed how it felt when she was collapsed on top of him and he didn’t want to move her away.
He felt that Elizabeth’s breathing had slowed, and he allowed himself to stay there without disturbing her.
She was satisfied, and she didn’t want to move; all she really cared about was staying close to him, and he thought that she deserved his attention more than anything else he could h
