The Moon Is Beautiful

Chapter 46

I can't be happier.

Sin and I lay in my bed, the light of the morning sun filtering into the room through the window. He's sleeping, but I've been awake for hours now. I couldn't bring myself to stand up though, and so opted to stare at him, and caress his skin.

He's so beautiful, even more so when he's sleeping.

The way his pink lips part with every breath he takes, the way his eyebrows furrow slightly with my every touch to his skin, and the way his hair splays so effortlessly across his forehead. He's perfect, not in a sense that he has no flaws, but in a sense that he's everything I have ever wanted.

Before, my ideal type was the sexy man, with dark eyes and a muscular body, but that has changed since I met him. Now, muscles don't mean anything to me. I like his gentle features, and his lean body.

I'm going to confess today.

How I feel about is all I have been thinking about since I woke up. If there was ever any doubt about how I feel about him, after last night, all doubt washed away.

I like him, a lot, and I have to tell him. I'm not sure how or when, but I have to tell him.

I can't keep hurting him with my confusion. He confessed his love for me last night, and so there is no way I'm hurting him after that. No man besides my dad has ever said that they love me.

Sin groans, shifting next to me, capturing my attention. His eyes flutter open and the moment they meet mine, we both smile.

"Hi." I breathe out, smiling down at him.

"Hi," he softly says, twisting his body to face mine. When his hand touches my bare hip, my breath hitches in my throat. "How did you sleep?"

"Best sleep of my life." I say and his smile widens.

"I'm glad. I've never slept better either." he says, staring up at me with lazy eyes. Reaching forward, I move a strand of hair out of his face, staring down at him with sincere eyes.

"How do you feel?" I ask.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" he teases and my cheeks flush crimson red. "How do you feel?"

"Fine. Just a little sore." I admit with a pout. He surprises me when he leans forward and touches his lips to mine. My eyes automatically flutter closed and I return the kiss, my hand caressing his cheek.

This feels strange. I have lived my whole life without kissing him, yet now that I've tasted him, I wonder how I ever went without kissing him. It feels like a craving, one I need to satisfy at all times. When his fingers pinch my bare skin, I gasp, pulling away from him.

He smiles mischievously, his eyes glinting with cheek.

"What?" I ask.

"You're so beautiful." he breathes.

"You don't even know what I look like." I retort, pouting slightly.

"I don't have to see you to know how beautiful you are. If anything, your soul is the most beautiful thing about you." he says and my heart flutters in my chest. I've never been told that I have a beautiful soul before, but it feels nice to hear it coming from him, someone with an even more beautiful soul himself.

And then the moment is broken when my brain reminds me of what is going to happen today. "How are you feeling? Are you ready for today?"

His breath hitches and all mischief melts off his face. I feel guilty for bringing it up when he was so happy merely moments ago, but I had to.

His surgery is today. I'm just as scared as he is, perhaps even more than him, because this may be the last time I ever see him. I don't want to think of things going wrong, but I have to prepare myself for it.