She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. She thinks she saw 3:00 am, although she wasn't sure because her eyes were still adjusting to the darkness in the room. She shifted on the bed a little, leaning on her elbows to take a better look at the time.
Seven hells, it is 3 am.
She thinks the same thoughts when she's awakened at god-awful hours. The nightmares have stopped. Finally. It's been months since a nightmare has plagued her sleep. Months, because the night she and Gendry first shared a bed together, they stopped plaguing her. She remembers having wept the morning after that first night, with Gendry thinking he had done something wrong. But they were actually happy tears...grateful tears...tears she shed out of relief. And the moment the first tear fell, Gendry's strong, heavenly arms were around her to drive the tears away.
She felt movement beside her and watched as an arm went around her waist to pull her back in. She smiled as she snuggled back under the covers, letting his warmth pull her back into a sleepy haze. She looked around to check if he was awake, but his eyes were still closed and his breathing calm and steady. It must be pure instinct, for him to reach out to her like that. It was the same way for her, actually. Whenever he gets out of bed, her hand automatically reaches out across the sheets to pull him back in.
The bed just feels so empty without him in it.
She shifted to her other side so she could watch him sleep. Gendry had the darkest, longest, thickest lashes she'd ever seen in a guy. The way they fanned across his check when he was asleep made her want to touch them. His breathing was deep and even. It had a calming effect to her, as if it washed all her worries away. Placing her head on his chest, directly where his heart is, she listened as his heartbeat lulled her back to sleep.