You and Graves were in a healthy relationship. You’d be together for almost a year now, despite him being your Commander, and you being his right hand.
Sleep had never come easy to you. You were a light sleeper, easily awakened by the faintest sounds, whether it was footsteps echoing in the hallway or the soft rain against the window.
Tonight was no different, you tossed and turned.
“Stop movin', doll," Graves mumbled, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer.
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