Leroy woke first. His arms ached from holding her all night, but he didn't care. Lorraine had curled up against him in her sleep, clutching the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline. So small, so stubbornly warm. So adorable. He would bear any pain for this. He would bear anything to keep her here.
He smiled, unable to help himself. Just watching her sleep was dangerous, as he could lose himself like this forever. But temptation itched at his fingers. Looking at her was not enough. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, then gave her cheek the gentlest poke.
She pouted, scrunching her nose and turning away.
Leroy bit back a laugh. He poked her again. And again. Each time she turned, grumbling faintly in her sleep, the more amused he became. His heart felt lighter than it had in days.
Finally, he tilted her chin back toward him, studying her parted lips. They glistened faintly in the morning light, taunting him. He swallowed.
