fbi- lrh

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holy fuck

Evelyn.

I jolted up out of my bed, sweat dripping down my face.

Waking up suddenly, every thought was in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and without a doubt I know I've slept too little.

The noises are of a day in full swing, traffic blaring past us.

A headache pounded behind my eyes forced me to close my eyes.

"Baby," Luke's deep, raspy voice turned my head. I forgot, just for a moment, that he was sleeping here- in my bed.

I laid back down, flipping on my side to face Luke. His eyes were not yet open, still half asleep.

"Slept well?" He asked, though it was an empty question. Like he already knew the answer.

I smiled regardless, "Of course not."

He let out a low chuckle, pulling me on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, peering up at him.

Luke brushed the hair out of my face, as if nothing else in the world mattered. As if I was the only one he could see.

Finally, I murmured, "But I sleep better with you."

He ran his calloused thumb over my cheekbone, the soft touch causing my eyes to flutter shut.

Sleeping together changed both of our lives. In this moment, we forget about our previous loneliness. It just evaporates.

We gain a sense of fullness and purpose. Everything comes together and many wild things seem possible, things I never expected me to be able to do.

It feels like a luxury I was never susceptible to.

All with Luke.

"Chief Fitzgerald," He teased in a low, raspy voice, "You need your sleep."

I ignored the drop in my heart as I teased him back, "It's your fault we barely sleep at night, Agent Hemmings."