Page 47 of Guarding the Singer

He dropped the blankets on a chair and put his suit coat across the back of it. He took off his shirt, shoes, and pants, leaving his boxer briefs on. When he looked at her to ask if she'd mind if he slept like that beside her, she was already asleep.

Smiling, he looked down and felt the cool air across his ankles.

Selene had been right.

Itwascold near the floor.

He shook his head and picked a blanket up from the top of the pile.

William lay down on the bed and covered himself with the blanket. He wasn't going to disturb her bytrying to share her blanket with her. It was enough that he got to look at her, asleep and at peace.

He laid his hand on the bed between them.

Taking a moment to see the light of the moon turn her long wavy hair into silver lengths curling over her shoulder.

It was strange, he thought, his eyes growing heavy and his body sinking into the mattress, how he'd dreamed about a moment like this since he'd met Selene Carter, but never in his life had he thought that he'd be in bed with Selene and all they were doing... was sleeping.

When she woke up, the world was different.

It wasn't just that she wasn't alone in bed. It was who she was with.

Just one breath and she knew. William.

William Winchester.

Gunny.

She smiled at that memory. It certainly wasn't a name that she would have given him.

Certainly not the name that Cali had called him.

Still calls him.

Hotstuff.

It was an older descriptive, but it fit him.

And there she was.

In bed with hotstuff himself.

The sad part of it, there wasn't anything hot going on.

Except for the heat rolling off of his body.

She normally liked to sleep cool.

And by cool, she meant that she liked the room to be an icebox and then she rolled herself up in warm blankets like a burrito.

Now?

She didn't have a single blanket around her.

She had William.

She had her arm over his chest. Her leg up and over his hip, her foot between his legs.

And she'd never felt so warm before.

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