His hand ran through your hair rather softly, scratching your scalp every few seconds. He kept one arm around you, draped over your side, as his other played with your hair

You were seconds away from sleep, truly, but you knew Micah would take another hour, maybe two, to get to sleep, just to wake up three hours later.

The man had a bad sleep schedule, but he never minded just laying there with you as you slept beside him. “You asleep yet?”