The whole night passed by in a blur, without a single nightmare to disturb her sleep, while she was encased in the strong arms that kept her warm from the biting cold.
Celine finally stirred, however her movements were restricted by the arms safely wrapped around her, her eyes slowly opened to be met by an image of a broad chest, from which she slowly looked up to meet a handsome face, one that she wouldn't mind waking up to everyday. A smile slowly curved her lips.
Instinctively, she slowly reached up her hands to touch his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin on her palm, she slowly caressed his face with her thumb while silently gazing at his handsome sleeping face.
However, Tristan suddenly shifted slightly then his eyes opened, happening too fast before Celine could retract her hands from his face, her eyes stared into his own wide and not knowing what to say.
