The first time I experienced sleeping with him is one of my favorite memories. To be close to someone in that way... The warmth and comfort... He kept his arm around me throughout the entire night. We slept in a typical college dorm bed, an extra long twin, so there was barely room for the two of us, yet it was still comfortable.
I woke up at some point during the night and spent a few minutes watching him as he slept - something that he still teases me about to this day. I wanted to familiarize myself with him, to drink in the details of how it felt to be with him. It was something I didn't want to forget.
He and I have spent many more nights together since then. Some nights he still holds me the way he did back then, some nights he doesn't. He has been with me on nights when I talk in my sleep, nights when I snore, and mornings when I awake from nightmares. I have awoken once or twice, yelling and thrashing and pushing him away as he tries to wake me up, thinking he is part of my nightmares. Sometimes we stay up late at night, just talking. Sometimes he awakens me with kisses or intimate caresses. Sometimes he will keep sleeping until I tear the covers from him and physically pull him up out of bed.
The only thing that doesn't change is that every night spent with him is special to me.