When he holds her he is gebtle. He wraps his arms around her waist just tight enough for her to feel him do so, but not tight enough for her to be hurt. While she is sleeping, he is wide awake. Staring down at her, he wonders how, when she was asleep, she could get more beautiful.
The way her hair spread around their pillows reminded him of a halo. She was his Angel. As sinful as she was, as little as she went to church, she was an angel to him. He saw her as if she was perfect.
Her soft breath caressed his neck. He loved it. The way she flinched in her sleep made him smile. He knew she was dreaming of adventures and magical quest where they save the world.
He knew they would be togther forever. When she snuggled close into him, he chuckled. She was so close. He could feel every inch of her. He loved it. The way her hand rested on his chest, the way it made this ring on her finger stick out, made everything make sense.
The way she was- just her made him happy. He always thought this was the time she was most beautiful. Her calmed face was free of makeup. He did like the way it made her look, but there was something about the way she looked naturally made him wonder why she wore any, or why she thought she needed any.
When she tightened her grip on him, made him close his eyes tightly. He was trying to saver it. Like he did with every touch, he never forgot how she held him- so tight, yet so strongly. It was the way he hoped he was returning the embrace.
It was nights like this that made him think of how blessed he was. As much as she argued that she was the lucky one, he knew he was. As much as she swore she needed him- he still needed her more.
Little moments like this made him wonder, why did she think he was so tough. She swore he was tough as nails, but that was her.
She swore he hung the moon. He did no such thing. He drank to much, and said sorry to little.
For as much as he was holding her- she was the one holding him. His arm was numb from her weight. He refused to move her. She was happy and content. She was in his arms, just the way he liked things. The world spun slower, and the moon smiled.
"And she thinks she needs me"
He chuckled to himself, and he tried to sleep.
A/n: hope yall liked it. Based off the song above. No copy right intended to be broke. If I did srry. 😣😣😣
