He did not want her to leave, mostly because it meant getting up, kissing her goodnight, and seeing her off. Why do that when he could just do nothing more than toss the quilt over their bare bodies and go to sleep? In fact, he was so against the idea of her leaving that, against his better judgment, he resorted to some...gentle manipulation.
Rolling over slightly, he wrapped his arm arm around her tighter and pecked her on the lips.
"Remember when we wrote those letters?" he prompted, moving his lips to press a kiss to her cheek. "We talked about having our own bed...curling up under the covers...sleeping in each other's arms?" he murmured quietly, all the while pressing little kisses to her forehead.
He glanced down at her through heavy eyelids, one hand moving to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead.
"We can do that—and tonight. Just close your eyes and sleep, Febby love."
Rolling over slightly, he wrapped his arm arm around her tighter and pecked her on the lips.
"Remember when we wrote those letters?" he prompted, moving his lips to press a kiss to her cheek. "We talked about having our own bed...curling up under the covers...sleeping in each other's arms?" he murmured quietly, all the while pressing little kisses to her forehead.
He glanced down at her through heavy eyelids, one hand moving to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead.
"We can do that—and tonight. Just close your eyes and sleep, Febby love."
— set by MJ! —