Sawyer moved slightly, attempting to move Elizabeth from where she was clung to him in her sleep so that he could get up.
She held him tighter and said something he couldn’t decipher. Even in her sleep, she wanted to know that he was there with her.
He smiled warmly and squeezed her to him for a second so that she knew he was still there. She looked exquisitely beautiful, and he could not quite believe that she was there and that she still loved him.
He was breathing slowly, and he was not filled with the tension that came with stress and an extended period without having transformed. He was contented, and willing to stay there all night with her lying in his arms. It was an intimacy he thought he would never get to share with her again, and a moment of private pleasure that helped him
