I watch him as he sleeps, once again tired and sated after our lovemaking. I am, too, but I can't keep my eyes off of him. The need to see, to feel, to know he's there – in my arms – is too strong.
Being here with him, it feels as if I can breathe freely again.
My fingers idly comb through his hair. A contented hum I can both feel and hear comes from him as he wakes up.
He smiles, raising his eyes to mine, whispering, "Hey..."
"Hey, yourself." I grin.
"You alright, baby?"
I pause, considering his question. "Yeah..."
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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Breathe easy Jasper, your Edward is in your arms.
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