'Jules' mind went back under the moonlight and night air of Baldwin's Fine Arts Center Garden, where intense anger shifted into an intimate moment of curiosity with a blow of the wind.
Maybe two flames weren't supposed to be that close when raging...
The list could drop to her feet, much like the apprehension he'd tried to hold onto around her.
She found it admirable that he was so open to being himself while they were together. She appreciated that he was never scared to tell her how he felt, and that he was as patient to wait for what she had to say.
Whenever she would decide to say it.
So, as the sun rose to kiss the height of the horizon, she felt safe enough to come out and enjoy all that he was as he slept.
The bed whined softly as turned her body to face him.
His eyebrows were arched in worry, as if he were fighting off the worst kind of nightmares while his nose flared as he breathed.
As his grip tightened on her side, she watched his biceps move, some of his tattoos danced around his shirtless body as she surveyed him.
His skin held a small bruise on his jaw as she got a clearer look at it. His appearance before peeling into her bed last night was a blur.
It was mixed with his skittishness to fold into the dark, making it his mission to cast it as something to forget.
