Levi curls around you in the dark. The flat planes of his chest and stomach press against your back, and you can feel his muscles tense and relax as he breathes deeply. His bangs prick the back of your neck but you resist the urge to shift away. One arm is draped over your waist, his hand resting along the curve of your hip. Your skin grows warm with his body heat, the sticky intimacy of a summer night.
Levi’s good leg hooks over yours, anchoring him even more to your body. As his sleep deepens his lips part just slightly. For a moment you can see him as a child, the too-brief time where he might have slept fearlessly. Now you softly twine your fingers with his, pulling his embrace tighter.
A sudden murmur washes against your ear but it’s just an incoherent sigh of sleep, a snatch of dream. Levi tucks his face against you, his steadying breaths falling damp and heavy on your cheek. You still don’t push him away- you don’t think anything could make you. Even if he slept until noon, the sun turning your bedsheets into baking sheets, you’d happily melt beside him.