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But then your eyes flutter open, still hazy with sleep. And you whisper, "Can't sleep either?"

The Space Between Heartbeats

I don't remember when I first noticed the way you breathe when you're almost asleep. intimatepov

This is my favorite place. Not a city or a room. But right here — in the space between your heartbeats, where I belong. But then your eyes flutter open, still hazy with sleep

I shake my head. You pull me closer, and suddenly the dark isn't empty anymore. It's full — full of your warmth, your heartbeat against my palm, your voice low and rough and meant only for me. Not a city or a room

Some people search their whole lives for a moment this quiet. And here I am — tangled in sheets and you — afraid to move, because moving might break the spell.