sleep, drabble, fluff
He’s holding her close, spooning her. It’s oddly comfortable to have him pressed so close to her as he sleeps. It’s warm, and it feels…safe.
Her eyes flutter closed as she enjoys the faint tickle at the back of her neck, breath from lips that were a ghost on her.
Every day is a dream. Charlie wakes with Thandi in his arms and sleeps with her curled against him. She touches him, strokes him, pets him to comfort. And he only wants to be there for her. All the time.