They crawled in, both facing the ceiling like stiff mannequins.
"Are your brothers actually asleep?" Noah whispered.
"Yes."
"…Are we going to die?"
"Not unless you breathe too loud."
Eventually, after the awkward limbs settled, she turned toward him, slid one arm across his chest, and rested her head on his shoulder.
Noah froze like a statue.
"…You okay?" she murmured.
He nodded. "Yeah. I just—I've never cuddled under threat of bodily harm before."
She laughed quietly, and her breath on his neck made him shiver in the best way.
"You're cute when you're terrified," she whispered.
"I'm always terrified," he replied. "Especially of your brothers. But like, worth it."