Neon Nights

She got into the bed and looked up at him before extending her arms for him patiently.

 

She looked up at him for a moment before burying her head in his neck gently.

“I love you, Abel. Scary or not.”

 

She kissed his cheek, before resuming her position, closing her eyes.

 

It didn’t take long for her to drift off, her grip on him loosening.

 

She curled up when he left, her hand curling against the mattress.

 

Later that night, Ophelia woke, looking around in confusion.

“...Abel?” she asked, her voice small.

 

She stood up, wrapping the blanket as she went out, her gaze landing lightly on him. She hesitated before lying on the floor next to the beanbag chair, not crowding him and giving him space as she shifted to get more comfortable.

 

She drifted back asleep, settling down on the floor, her head near his hand.

 

Ophelia was still curled up next to the beanbag, her head resting against the floor and her feet tucked nearly underneath her.

 

She curled in his arms easily, shifting awake uncertainly.

“Abel...?”