You stir first, blinking sleepily as you register the quiet rise and fall of Jackie’s breath beside you. The bed beneath you is warm, but something isn’t right: Jackie is curled up on her side, barely covered, while you’re wrapped snugly in the entirety of the blanket, having stolen it in your sleep.

Guilt tugs at you immediately. Carefully, you shift, peeling back part of the blanket to drape it over her, making sure to tuck it securely around her shoulders. She doesn’t stir, just breathes deeply, her lashes resting peacefully against her cheeks.

You smile to yourself, satisfied, and start to lean back, only for Jackie to murmur a weak protest, her fingers suddenly clutching at the front of your shirt. “Mmm,” she mumbles sleepily, barely awake. “Come back.”

You freeze, watching as she shifts closer, reaching for you with her eyes still stubbornly closed even though she’s clearly conscious enough to hold onto you. Her voice is soft and heavy from sleep, but her point is clear.

You ease back into her space, letting Jackie pull you in as she buries her face into the crook of your neck, her arms sliding around your waist. This close, you can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, the even rhythm of her heartbeat. “Better,” Jackie whispers, her lips brushing against your collarbone as she settles. You press a soft kiss to her temple in response, letting your fingers trace soothing patterns along her back.