Barty had never been a touchy-feely person. Ever. But he absolutely could not stand the space that had been placed between the two of you in bed. You’d unknowingly rolled away from him, leaving an empty space there now. When Barty woke, he narrowed her drowsy eyes as he stared at your form. It didn’t take long for him to reach over and slide his arm between your legs, hook said arm around you, and tug you back over to him. “I don’t think so sweetheart,” He whispered, locking you in his embrace.