Brian had spent part of the night in the chair in Khaat's room, but her sleep was restless tonight. She had gone to sleep afraid she would dream of Abbey, and then, of course she did. He knew she had brought it all on her self by her anxiety and her fear. He had talked with her on and off during the night when she had awakened from the start of dreams about Abbey. He had tried to reason with her that she was bringing this all on from her own fears.
He finally had given up, slipped into a pair of jogging shorts and slipped in beside her under the covers. He gatherred her close. She had curled into his chest, seeking comfort and safety. She'd had a short cry in her great fatigue, and finally had cried herself to sleep in his chest, clinging to him. From there, she had slept the rest of the night, finally.
He woke now before her, her tossled blonde hair draped across his chest. She was sleeping peacefully now. The sun was just rising. He had slept, too, finally, and he was feeling better. He hadn't even realized his own fatigue was getting to him until it wasn't there anymore. He had no intention on disturbing her. There was something to be said for waking up with a beautiful woman in his arms, even if it was a purely platonic relationship. He knew no one would ever believe that nothing was happening between them, but he didn't really care. That was, ultimately, between him and Khaat alone. They had shared the same bed in numerous hotels over the years when their travels kept them sharing a room for any number of strategic reasons, or because there simply had not been another room. Nothing had ever happened, and neither one of them ever even thought about it. It was nothing more criminal than sleeping next to someone while sleeping out under the stars. It was just comfortable for them, that was all.
Although he was starting to crave a cup of morning coffee. He was trying to figure out how, even if he had one, he would be able to drink it without jarring and waking her when he moved to drink.
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