Silly

You slept soundly on his shoulder, your dark curls softly falling onto his chest. The man gently ran his fingers across your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin.

— You're even stubborn in your sleep, — he chuckled, whispering.

You stirred slightly, your eyelashes fluttered, but your eyes didn't open.

— You… here? — your voice was quiet, barely audible.

— Always, — he replied, holding you closer.

You smiled faintly and, without opening your eyes, whispered:

— Then I have nothing to fear.

His lips touched your forehead.

— Sleep, silly girl. I'm here.

You slept soundly on his shoulder, your dark curls softly falling onto his chest. The man gently ran his fingers across your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin.

— You're even stubborn in your sleep, — he chuckled, whispering.

You stirred slightly, your eyelashes fluttered, but your eyes didn't open.

— You… here? — your voice was quiet, barely audible.

— Always, — he replied, holding you closer.

You smiled faintly and, without opening your eyes, whispered:

— Then I have nothing to fear.

His lips touched your forehead.

— Sleep, silly girl. I'm here.