“Mine,” she said, her lips soft against his neck, her breath warm, her breasts warmer yet against his back, as she wrapped her body – big spoon style, pressed against him skin to skin – around his.
“Mine,” he said, his voice sated and sleepy, his body relaxing into her curves as he reached behind him, pulling her in closer.
“Yes,” she whispered.
A prayer, a promise.
He nodded gently as he began to drift.