She slept peacefully, untouched by the chaos that seemed to follow him. Her chest rose and fell in soft, even breaths, the rhythm calming in a way he couldn't quite explain. Her skin held a natural blush, smooth and warm beneath the dim light. Thick lashes rested against her cheeks, casting faint shadows over her delicate features high cheekbones, soft, full cheeks.
And those lips.
Plush, tempting… the same lips that always pushed forward in a stubborn pout.
He inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his lungs as if it alone could steady him.
His thumb brushed gently over her cheek, the roughness of his skin a stark contrast to her softness.
If only he could trust her.
You are trusting her, a voice echoed within him. That's why you let her keep her phone.
A quiet sigh left him as he stretched out beside her. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer until her body fit against his. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, eyes slipping shut.
