joelle | d.m

48 | all lovestruck

March, 1995.

Ten more minutes.

Draco gave her ten more minutes to sleep. Despite the guilt, he had a good night's sleep with Joey entwined with him in their naked state.

Classes were starting up in an hour and though he would've liked to give her more time to sleep, they both needed to shower before classes.

She ended up on her stomach with her arms buried under the pillow. Her cheek rested on the pillow, her beautiful sleeping face toward him.

The silk blanket was draped over her waist, leaving her upper half exposed. She was in a deep sleep and he knew this because her breaths weren't silent. There was a quiet, though heavy and steady sound to them as she exhaled and inhaled through her nose.

She had a sort of glow to her this morning. Her skin seemed to glow. Well, she always glowed when she woke up, but this was a different glow. It was the good old sex glow and, gosh, did it suit her.

He was lying next to her on his side to face her, arm propped up with his head against his palm. His silver eyes traced over her sleeping features and her bare shoulders and her bare back.

He'd been up for nearly twenty minutes, just admiring her. He always did this when he woke up first—and when he went to bed last.

He loved the feeling of waking up in the morning and seeing her asleep in his bed. Waking up with her was unexplainably incredible.

He always just watched her and gazed at her. Lovingly so. All lovestruck. Appreciatively.

She was so, so divine.

Unable to resist, he brought his free hand up to her and traced his fingertips along her bare skin. Around the curve of her shoulder and down her bare back to where her waist and hip connected. Then he dragged his fingertip back upward to her shoulder and higher to brush a baby lock of hair out of her face.

Last night, he took his precious time with her. As though they had all the time in the world. He wanted to memorize every part of her body and her face—every beauty mark and stretch mark and scar. And he did. He memorized her. Everything about her physical appearance.

In his eyes, she was genuinely the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. To ever exist. He found it hard to believe such beauty existed in this dull world. Her natural beauty needed to be captured and documented.

He turned to his nightstand and opened the top drawer. He grabbed a portable camera he invested in because he liked the thought of capturing his memories with Joey. Or just her in general.

He shut the drawer and flicked the camera on. He ensured the flash was off, so it wouldn't wake her. Using one hand, he aimed the camera toward her and snapped a photo of her. Her sleeping face and her bare back and the black blankets hung around her waist. She looked so good in his bed.

They'd talked about taking photos when he purchased the camera. She'd told him she was more than okay with him taking candid photos of her—vice versa.

He put the camera in the spot between them on the mattress. He inched closer to pepper light kisses on her bare shoulder. "Jellybean," he murmured against her skin.

"Hmmm..." Joey hummed in her slumber.

"Time to get up," Draco whispered softly, lips nearing her ear. He kissed the shell of it gently. "We need to take a shower."

Her eyes remained shut. "What time is it?" she whispered through her rough voice full of sleep. Her sleepy voice made him absolutely feral. It was raspy and rough, low and deep.