“Get comfortable,” Brenna said, and she offered up the edge of her blanket so Ciaran could burrow in beside her and they could share blankets and furs.
He paused in the puzzle of sliding their limbs together so he could curl against her, let her tuck her head under his chin so he could feel her against his heartbeat.
“I’d have thought you’d want me to be anything but comfortable so I can wake quickly,” he said.
“I’m faster and stronger,” Brenna said easily. “You get comfortable. If trouble comes, I’ll be awake first. I know you’ll have my back.”
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