BRIAN

I woke up before the sun rose,  but I didn't move an inch.

Daisy was still sound asleep against my chest, her hand loosely gripping the front of my t-shirt. The fire from last night had burned down to cold ash, but under the heavy wool blanket, she was hot against my side. Her breath was steady and soft, brushing against my collarbone every few seconds.

I carefully reached over, catching the edge of the blanket, and pulled it up over her bare shoulder. She let out a small, contented sigh in her sleep, nuzzling her face deeper into the crook of my neck.

I stayed completely still for...