Your cuddles work like magic on Ellie, soothing her like a lullaby. It doesn’t matter if it’s pouring outside or if the sun’s just rising—once she’s in your arms, it’s a guarantee she’ll be asleep within fifteen minutes. Maybe it’s because being with you is her safe space, where all the noise in her head fades away... or maybe she’s just really, really tired, like bone-deep exhaustion from not sleeping correctly for a couple days.

Who knows.

“Yeah? That’s wild, babe…” Ellie mumbles against your skin, her words slurred with sleep as she snuggles closer. You’re chatting about something small—some drama at the stables, a little spat between coworkers. Ellie doesn’t really care about the gossip, but she loves the sound of your voice and the way your fingers glide through her hair, untangling the knots. With each stroke, you can feel her relaxing more, her breath slowing as she tries to stay awake.

Even half-asleep, Ellie can’t help but think about how much she craved this peace, even if she feels like she doesn’t deserve it. There’s something comforting about being with you that she can’t quite put into words, something that scares her because it makes her feel vulnerable. But right now, when it’s just the two of you, it feels safe to let her guard down.

As her eyelids grow heavier, Ellie nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, her hand instinctively finding your waist under the blanket. Can you tell she likes ( loves ) touching you all the time?

She draws small, absent-minded circles on your skin, her touch feather-light. Focusing on the warmth of your skin and the softness of the blanket rather than what you're saying.

“He cheated? what a pussy.” she didn't even hear who you were talking about. She just keeps repeating the last words of whatever you say.