Bea's POV
We woke up in the morning face-to-face.
Well I woke up.
She's asleep..
Her eyes are closed.
For a minute I just look at her..
I started at her hairline. Her sleep-rumpled mane. My gaze sweeps down to her forehead, her temples, her ears. her adorable ears. I reach one hand up and delicately run one finger over her ear.
I look down to her nose. The curve above her lip, down to her top lip. The soft parting of them where her breath comes out. Her lower lip. Her chin. Her jawline. I love all of it. I want to soak all of her up with my eyes. I want to remember everything.
I want to take a picture with my mind.
"Just let me have this. Let me have you."
Outside, the sounds of the streets echo. I can hear the sea, the murmurs of people talking, I can hear the world beginning to turn. It's early. The sun is soft yellow and filtered by gray. I can hear a light breeze, a ruffle as you shift your legs in your sleep - closer to mine, wrapping our ankles together.
I look at her neck, her shoulders, her arms. I take her in. I take a deep breath and I smell her.
She always tells me she smells like nothing in particular, but she's wrong. She smells like love. She smells like love in the morning - warm and cozy and I like love.
This is my favorite time..
I mean, don't get me wrong. I love when we're awake together, obviously. I love when we make breakfast or, more realistically, go grab something to eat down the street. I love when we take walks and go to parties.
I love everything about being awake together.
But this, right now, when we're cuddled together, under the covers, me half-asleep and you fully-asleep, is the time I love most.
When she wakes up, who knows what will happen?
When she wakes up, the spell is broken.
When she wakes up, anything could happen.
Or nothing could happen.
I could lose her.
Or we could fall more in love.
But it's a risk. It's always a risk. And now, in this little minute before we wake up, before our day begins, it's quiet.
It's simple.
It's nice.
"Just let me have this."
Let me have looking at that face uninterrupted. Let me have running my hands through the hair on the side of your head.
Let me have listening to that breathing..
Let me have feeling your warmth from your chest and arms.
Let me have you.
Let me have this.
That's the thought I have as I watch her sleep:
"Let me have this. Just let me have this."
Then, she opened her eyes..
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