I had shifted and slept fine, despite the fact that Zavier was staring at me constantly. He held me closer to his torso, waist height tugged closer to him by the second. I had to push him away sometimes to make sure he wouldn't crush me. "Riz, I am not going to let you go, so give it up and just let me nearly crush you with my arms," he scolds/teased. He pulled me to him and lay a tender kiss on my neck, seductively whispering in my ear. I calm down and breath lightly, not caring anymore that he was crushing me.