As I counted the beats, Julian idly combed his fingers through my hair.
We didn’t say much in this moment, just reveled in each other and in our afterglow.
My eyes started to feel heavy, yet before I could fall asleep, Julian spoke, “Would it be alright if we slept in the same room from now on?”
I blinked the sleep from my eyes and looked up at him.
His face appeared almost shy, as he mostly avoided my gaze. Had he been embarrassed to ask this? After all we had done, he was scared to ask to stay in my bed?
“I sleep better with you beside me,” he said. “The nights without you… they’re cold. Sometimes I reach for you and…” He didn’t say the rest, but I knew what he meant.
I’d had nights like that too, where I would reach for Julian almost instinctively, and would be disappointed to fin
