I smelled him. I felt him. He was wrapped around me, caging me against the back of the couch. I would have laughed when I opened my eyes, seeing the two of us clinging to each other as we slept in the small space, but I quickly remembered the events from the night before.

It was hardly a time for laughter.

He was snoring lightly, and I took a moment to look him over. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and had obviously taken a shower at some point because there was no hint of the liquor I had seen him consume.

I brushed my fingers through his...