Jesse lay awake, staring up at the ceiling of the loft. Miles' snores filled the room noisily. Winnie was only a floor below him, probably sleeping soundly, it was maddening. How he wished he could be laying there beside her, holding her warm, slender body. But he was not; Mae had made sure of that. ("You'll be sleeping upstairs, I hope you know," she had said to him earlier that night. "You're not married!" she said again, to his many protests.)

He couldn't stand it any longer; he threw off his covers and slowly raised himself out of the bed. He tip-toed past Miles' bed and noiselessly descended the stairs, careful to skip the step that creaked. He made it to the bottom floor soundlessly. He made his way over to the sofa and saw her. She was lying on her side, the moon illuminating her features, so she glowed.

He crawled closer so that his face was inches from hers. She felt his breath on her face. Her eyes shot open and she took a sharp intake of breath. "Jesse!" she whispered harshly.

"Sorry," he grinned. "I couldn't sleep."

She shook her head, trying to look annoyed, but completely grateful he had come to lay by her. She smiled and moved to the edge of the couch. He climbed over her and settled himself between her and the back of the couch. She shivered slightly and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Goodnight," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the lips and turning back onto her side. As he closed his eyes, Winnie filled all his senses; he replayed images of her over and over again in his mind; the feel of her touch burned his skin; the sound of her slow breathing pounded at his eardrums; the smell of her sweet essence filled his whole body; and the taste of her lips still lingered on his own. He smiled to himself as sleep found him, with Winnie held tight in his arms.

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