Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 15

HAYDEN

She was occupying the whole bed and for the record, I have a king-sized bed. She was laying on her chest in a starfish position.

I had to remove her hand from my face when I woke up. I don't know how she slept in that position, but I didn't question it either.

Her soft snores were making me smile as I watched her sleep. She looked beautiful even in her sleep.

I slid an arm under her and pulled her closer to me. She groaned as she changed position to lay her head on top of my chest.

It was the little moments like this that made everything so special. I would never get tired of her.

Only a fool would get rid of her. She's a literal sunshine and has one of the biggest hearts I've come to know in my life.

When we're walking in the streets, she always gives money to homeless persons. Sometimes she would even take the time to get to know them and their story.

She became friends with a few of them and helped them frequently. She showed me the value of not taking everything we have for granted.

"Stop watching me sleep creep" She mumbled as she slowly began to wake up. I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead.

She nestled into the crook of my neck and put a small kiss on it. My hand tangled into her hair and brushed it as I usually did.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked her and she nodded. "Yeah, I can tell by the way you were drooling"

She shrugged and held me closer than we already were. She was going to fall back asleep if I didn't get out of bed. It would be nice to stay in bed all day, but we both had to go to work.

"C'mon we have to get ready," I told her and she mumbled under her breath. She wasn't happy about that at all.

She pushed herself off me and rolled out of bed. She walked out of the bedroom and grumbled all the way to the kitchen. She wasn't a morning person at all.

I got out of bed and joined her in the kitchen. I found her sitting on a stool, waiting for her coffee to be ready. I walked behind her and put a gentle kiss on her neck.

"Aren't you supposed to be excited to play with your dead friends" I joked.

"Jealous?" She grinned.

"I don't know how you do it. I would be throwing up left and right in your place" I said to her as I sat down on the stool next to her.

"I'll admit it wasn't easy at first. Some deaths are more brutal than others, but it's still a shock sometimes" She told me.

I put a hand on her shoulder. "I know the feeling. When I started working as a detective, nothing could've prepared me for the things I saw"

She said nothing as if she was remembering all the cases that were imprinted in her brain. Working on cadavers might not bother her, but the details are another thing...

"I feel guilty" She whispered and I frowned at the confession.

"Why?" I asked her and she looked down at her hands. She began to fiddle with her fingers and I put a gentle hand on her hands to stop her.