#46. Mine
Tris wakes to the feeling of Tobias' arms around her. He pulls her closer to him, her back against his chest as his hand slips beneath her T-shirt—or his, really—and draws teasing circles on her abdomen. He presses his forehead against her nape before nuzzling it affectionately.
"Mine," he whispers in her ear, and leaves a trail of kisses across her shoulder.
His head then rests against hers and his soft even breaths tickle the back of her neck, causing her to shiver.
The room is silent, until she starts laughing when she realizes he's not even awake.
Someone suggested 'Mine' a long while back and I couldn't think of anything I wanted to write for it. Then, this suddenly came out of nowhere one day.