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Good.

At least I am not the only one whose body has forgotten how to behave.

His hand moves over my back, warm and heavy, and the exhaustion I somehow avoided until now arrives all at once.

My eyelids drift closed.

“Hannah.”

“Mmm?”

“You need anything?”

I think about it.

My limbs feel pleasantly useless. Gavin is warm beneath me. His arm is locked around my waist as if there is nowhere else he intends to let me go.

“No.”

His mouth brushes the top of my head.

“Sleep.”

I make a vague sound that might have been an objection if I had enough energy to assemble one.

His chest shifts beneath my cheek.

I think he laughs.

I should probably tell him that being ordered to sleep is irritating.

I should also probably remind him that technically this is still his fault, considering I came here looking for an empty cabin and ended up naked in his bed.

Both thoughts require effort.

I decide against it.

The last thing I register is Gavin’s hand spread across my back and his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

Then I fall asleep.

Chapter 8

Gavin

I wake up with Hannah half on top of me and my arm around her waist.

For a few seconds, I don’t move.

Her curls are spread across my chest and shoulder, one leg tangled with mine. Her cheek rests near the scar along my ribs, and my hand is warm against her back.

She fits here.

The thought settles without argument.

She stays.

Something vibrates on the nightstand.