Entwining her fingers with Jagger’s, she gave his hand a light squeeze. Not enough to wake him up, just enough to let him know she was there. He answered by tightening his arm around her and burying his head deeper into her hair. She could feel the scrape of an unshaven face on her neck. It was intimate and the epitome of all things that happened in relationships. A small smile worked its way across her face and she sighed happily.She had slept through the night for the first time since the gunfire outside the apartment, feeling safe with him there. It wasn’t that she felt like someone was going to break in and maim her at all times, but there was an uneasiness about being a female living alone. With him, she could let her guard down. Gone was the fatigue that normally dragged her down and the low-lying hum of wariness that she usually carried with her – even during the day. Living the life she normally did was very lonely.“I can hear you thinking.”For just a moment, she allowed that deep, sleep-roughened and slow voice to wash over her.
