My pillow moved. Then hummed. Actually breathed. I blinked awake, and it still took me a few seconds to realize that I was lying on the couch, the latest movie was just ending, and I was sprawled all over Deacon.
I stayed there and savored his warmth for just a few seconds more, indulging in the feel of him and storing it tight in the place where all my memories of Deacon lived. Then I yawned and pushed myself up and did my best to look embarrassed, even though I really wasn’t.
“Sorry.” I turned, and my breath caught at just how relaxed and inviting he looked, stretched out in the corner of the couch. “Don’t know how that happened.”
I didn’t, actually. I remembered coming back from settling Apollo in his cage for the night to find Deacon a little more sprawled out than when I left. And
