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Layla falls to sleep in the blink of an eye. Jake kisses her forehead, his fingertips brushing down the side of her face. "Layla I love you so much, you will be my luna even if I have to chain you to my side" He buries his face in her soft hair, letting her scent surround him and memories of the fight lull him to sleep. She is safe and her 'position' is safe. Jake wakes in the morning and looks at Layla's serene sleeping face. Her eye is heavily bruised, the black looking rather glaring on her white skin, but does not detract from her beauty. He doesn't wake her because she had a hard day yesterday. He kisses her forehead and then cautiously extricates himself from their tangled bodies. He would love to stay in bed with her all day, but after having a day off yesterday, he has a