Morning Always Comes
Dane
When dawn finally began to creep over the city-scape outside, it found Dane laying still, watching her sleep.
She'd finally nodded off half an hour earlier, curled like a kitten into his chest, her face in his neck, and her knees pulled up until she was almost folded in half. He'd wrapped himself around her, cradling her with his thighs, until they were yin and yang again, and he did his best not to move so she could sleep.
But as the quiet descended and became a blanket over the night, his mind refused to turn away from the morning that awaited them.
He was so scared. Utterly terrified.