( he doesn’t wake up, but he does roll over — does manage to burrow against her as much as possible. scott slings an arm over her waist, tugging cora as close as possible, brushing his cheek against her own.
he doesn’t remember the last time he’s been so calm, so comfortable and it’s the most fantastic feeling in the world. )
( a content huff swells in her chest, fingers abandoning the contour of his jaw
to slip beneath the fabric of his shirt and dance along bare planes of
abdomen. she’s missed him, admittedly, and the warmth he radiates is
far more comforting than any heat south america could offer. )
❝ – can I tell you something? ❞