It wasn't the sun beating through the tent walls against your eyes which woke you that morning, but instead the sensation of pressure against your chest. It didn't make it difficult to breathe — no, not at all — but it was enough of a disturbance for you to come back into consciousness.

When your eyes opened, you discovered the source — Kieran's head. He was snoring faintly, his face firm against you like he was trying to merge with your heart. His arms were no better, circled around your sides as if you would vanish should he release you.

He mumbled something, incoherent, then held you just that bit tighter.