He was definitely dreaming and he didn't want to wake up from it. He cuddled with Katherine in her bed, his chest pressed up against her warm back and it felt like a boon. He had been crushing on this woman for months at a stretch. These things didn't happen in real life, especially to people in his profession who met with nothing but betrayal when they opened their hearts to people. His head was buried in her hair, and he imagined that the friction from the pillow and his constant running of fingers through her would cause some really bad knots to form.
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