She repeated this revelation a couple of times with dry murmurs, her fingers in his shirt. "Hmm... I love you. I love you."
She fell into a deeper sleep slowly, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose. Her fingers curled in his shirt and as she relaxed, her leg rested on his, her breathing soft and slow. Her head lay on his chest and she mumbled quietly, looking calm and content.
Addie was a fairly active sleeper, he would have come to realize. Her expressions were amusing to watch because she always looked slightly annoyed, her dark brows furrowed and her lips pursed, and her eyes darted around under her eyelids as if tracking flies. Her eyelashes were long and black, and it almost seemed a miracle that they didn't get tangled when her eyes were closed. The twitching of her eyes disturbed her glasses, which were large and round, rimmed with thin, golden wire. She spoke quietly in her sleep almost constantly, dull commentary on whatever she was seeing in her slumber. If he cared to listen, it made absolutely no sense, but it was soft enough that he didn't have to hear it if he let his mind wander.
