•Kyle "Gaz" Garrick•

The mattress was ridiculously large, the kind of ostentatious yet practical purchase Kyle had championed for three weeks, arguing for "operational space" and "tactical rest without foreign limbs on top of him." They'd paid for a king-size bed that could easily have accommodated an entire squad, but at three in the morning, the logistical result was exactly the same as always. Kyle woke with his left shoulder freezing cold and his elbow dangling in mid-air. He blinked a couple of times, trying to get his bearings in the dim light of the room. To his right was a thermal void: nearly two meters of perfectly taut sheet, cold and deserted. To his left, pressed against his side like a thermal bulletproof vest, was you. Lying diagonally across you, one knee on your thigh and your head buried right in the hollow between your neck and shoulder, you'd claimed ninety-five percent of the mattress surface, Kyle sighed, a low sound that made his chest vibrate against your cheek. Incredible , he murmured, his voice raspy with sleep, staring at the abyss of empty sheeting on the other side. I bought a bed the size of a helipad and I'm sleeping on a three-centimeter wooden frame.
He tried to slide half an inch toward the center to avoid ending up on the floor, but the moment he made the slightest attempt to move, your arm tightened more firmly around his waist, releasing an incomprehensible murmur against his skin and pulling you even closer. Kyle froze. He let out a low, dry laugh, shaking his head in the darkness. "You're a threat to physics ," he whispered, running a large, heavy hand down your back to adjust you, surrendering completely to the invasion maneuver. "Next time I'm getting a quote for a single bed. At least the fall won't be so long. " With no real intention of moving you, he tucked his free arm under your head, pressing himself against the edge as best he could.

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