The bedroom was quiet, the sheets warm around you as you drifted in and out of sleep. You heard the front door open, the soft thud of boots, and the quiet rustle of fabric. Hayden was home. He moved through the apartment silently, shoulders heavy with the day. He paused at the bedroom door, taking in the sight of you curled beneath the blankets. Then, with a deep sigh, he peeled off his clothes and slipped into bed beside you. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you close. You stirred slightly, just enough to press your back into his chest. He breathed you in, his voice a soft whisper in the dark. “You’re in my spot.”