KENNEDY
I WOKE up feeling the warmth of his body wrapped around me. I turned to his side and found him sleeping soundly. It makes me realize what he said last night was true. It wasn't about the massage. It was me that made him sleep at night. I gently caress his cheeks. I was careful not to wake him up.
As I looked at Asmodeus's peaceful sleeping face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It was a strange feeling, one that I hadn't felt in a long time. But there was something about being wrapped up in his arms that made everything feel right.
I gently traced my fingers over his cheekbones, feeling the softness of his skin beneath my fingertips. It was a tender gesture, one that I hoped conveyed the depth of my feelings for him.
Asmodeus stirred in his sleep, h
