His mouth twitched. “Baby,” he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead, “you could look like you lost a bar fight with a freight train and still be the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
A sleepy smile tugged at her mouth. “That’s quiet the vision.
Razor leaned down and kissed her forehead first. Then her temple. Then her mouth, slow this time, lingering. Slow, lingering, nothing desperate about it. Just relief.
When he pulled back, he tucked her closer, one hand resting against her back while the other stayed tangled with hersbeneath the blanket. “Get some sleep,” he murmured into her hair.
“You need to get some sleep, too.”
“Eventually, I just wanna watch you for a little while longer.”
Lottie shifted until she could rest her head over his heart. “You should sleep,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Something in him eased. He pressed one last kiss to the top of her head, holding her a little tighter as the room finally settled around them. And sometime before dawn, with her breathing slow and steady against his chest, Razor finally let himself sleep.
THE END
