She hesitated, her hand resting on his heart. "I love you too," she said softly, frowning. "But you should sleep."
She glowered at him, her hands slipping under the hem of his shirt to rest on the small of his back. "I mean it, Craw. You need to sleep."
She sighed before resting her head on his chest, her temple resting just under his collarbone. She reached one hand for the remote, turning off the television, before returning to her original position, her fingers drawing circles on his skin.
Her body was small in his arms, her hands traveling up the back of his shirt to bring him closer to her as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
