Coughing out a laugh, I press a kiss to his chest, settling against him, tangled up with him in a way that I haven't with anyone else since Tom left.

My chest feels cracked open, raw and bleeding, but I think sleep might come easier than I'd thought.

"Whatever," I mutter, just this side of petulant, but I'm hiding a smile against his skin, my hand blindly finding his in the dark.