Bramblepoint countless

He held his breath when she pushed her face into the fur of his neck and then relaxed into the affection and tightened some around her. And then she reminded him of the promise he had made the night before. She had a point, but: You did tell me to scoot over, East pointed out, his voice holding only amusement. I just assumed you didn't need me anymore, he teased. 

He smiled when she asked about his sleep. I slept better than I have in a while, he answered softly. There was no question, at least in his mind, why he had slept so well. He knew it was was because of their time spent getting to know each other and her soothing presence that had lulled him into a peaceful slumber. What about you? he asked, hoping he had done the same for her.