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No nightmares. That’s the first thought that crosses my sleepy consciousness as soon as I open my eyes. Then, I take in the warmth. So, so much warmth. Aiden spent the night here. In my bed. I stare at his sleeping face. His chin grazes my forehead and the slight stubble tickles my skin. One of his arms surrounds my waist, his hand resting in the middle of my back. The other lies limp because I’m using his bicep as a pillow. His leg cages both of mine like he’s stopping me from escaping. I have to crane my head to get a full view of his face. His lashes appear thicker and longer when his eyes are closed. His features are serene as if he isn’t feeling the weight of my head on his arm. Who knew someone like Aiden would look so peaceful when asleep? And who knew there would be a day where I’d sleep hugging him all night? When he pulled me into him, I felt a sense of… belonging. No. I shouldn’t be feeling any belonging with Aiden when I still haven’t figured him out yet. He’s the same pers