How to be loved

37 - Wholeheartedly!

HOW TO BE LOVED

37 – Wholeheartedly!

Becky's POV

The next morning, I woke up to the gentle sensation of warmth and a comforting weight on my arm. Slowly opening my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of Freen, peacefully asleep, her head resting against me, her soft breaths in sync with the quiet stillness of the room. Her hair was slightly tousled, framing her face in a way that made her look even more beautiful in the soft morning light.

As I lay there, the memories of the night before came flooding back. A smile tugged at my lips, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. No, we hadn't made love, but the intimacy we shared felt even deeper. Instead, we had spent the night wrapped in each other's arms, talking about everything and nothing, letting the hours slip away without realizing it.

I remembered how we'd laughed when we discovered how different we were in some ways—like when I told her how much I hate garlic in my food, while she admitted with a mischievous grin that she could practically live off garlic buttered anything. We found ourselves talking about the most random things, like our childhood dreams, embarrassing moments, and even our guilty pleasures.

There was something so special, so raw about those hours spent in the quiet of the night, just holding each other close, sharing our worlds, and allowing our walls to come down. It was a kind of intimacy I had never experienced before, a feeling of being truly seen and cherished.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake her, and couldn't help but admire the peaceful expression on her face. It was in moments like these that I realized how deeply I loved her—not just the passion we shared, but the comfort of simply being together, of knowing that no matter what, we had each other.

As the sun crept higher, casting soft rays across the room, I gently kissed her forehead, my heart swelling with the quiet joy of knowing that this—her—is my home.

I couldn't help but let my gaze linger, taking in every small detail of her—my girlfriend. Yes, *my* girlfriend. The words echoed in my mind, filling me with a kind of happiness I never knew could feel so tangible. I found myself staring at her, lost in the beauty of the moment.

Her hair, messy from sleep, spilled across my arm and the pillow in soft waves. Each strand caught the faint morning light, glimmering like silk against her skin. I gently brushed a few locks away from her face, careful not to disturb her slumber, just wanting to take in the sight of her.

Her lips, slightly parted, were still curved into the softest smile, as if she were dreaming of something beautiful. I thought back to last night when those same lips whispered sweet words in the dark, words that made my heart race and my breath hitch. There was a gentleness to the way her mouth curled now, as if contentment was settled deep in her bones.

I traced my eyes over the delicate slope of her nose, the curve of her cheekbone, and the faint freckles I hadn't noticed before, scattered like tiny stars across her skin. Freen always had this glow about her, a light that radiated from within, but up close like this, in the quiet stillness of the morning, she was breathtakingly perfect.

I shifted a little closer, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The rhythm of her breath was slow, steady, calming, and I could feel her heartbeat in sync with mine, a quiet reminder that she was here, that we were together. Her chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude just to be able to witness this moment.

Her hand, still resting on my chest, was small but strong, the fingers that had traced my skin last night now still, wrapped in the security of sleep. I remembered the way she'd held me, her grip firm but full of care, her touch always making me feel safe, wanted, and so incredibly loved.