A Separation

Begin Again

The morning after was well, yet another morning- alright maybe not so morning seeing as it was already close to 10am.

James woke up to something ticklish on his nose and opened his eyes to see clearly what exactly was disturbing his sleep.

The moment his eyes registered what was there, he smiled and reached out his hand to tuck that stray lock of hair behind Nadine's ear.

Yesterday was -if he would be frank- one of the best nights in his life. In what way was it the best, he shall not elaborate. Some things are best kept unsaid, isn't it?

Grinning to himself, he moved away a little to stare at the still sleeping figure beside him.

His Naddie was his again. And he couldn't be more grateful for it.

One of James' favorite habits was to look at Nadine sleeping. The way Nadine slept hasn't changed one bit since they knew each other 9 years ago. She was a side sleeper and her hands were always held together and put in front, as though in prayer. Her straight long hair would be on the side of her shoulder which wasn't touching the pillows.

James always thought that with the way she looked while she slept, she would do very well as a model for beds. A very small smile which she insisted was the way her lips curved always adorned her face as she slept, leaving anyone watching to wonder what sweet dreams this girl was having in her sleep.

Thank God though, not many people had the chance to see her sleep.

James was contemplating if he should wake her up. Nadine normally woke up at 7 on a daily basis but since they only slept around 5am, he assumed that he probably tire her out. One can't blame him, right?

One and a half years of self-imposed abstinence was too long a time for a healthy and straight male. Needless to say, he was a little too excited and eager when he got the green light from Nadine yesterday.

Oh well, he will make up to her by making breakfast. Or brunch, when he looked at the clock again.

With a peck to her lips, he slowly moved out of bed and subsequently the room to start breakfast preparation. His wife can sleep for a little while more.

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Nadine swatted the thing that was making multiple impressions on her face.

The annoying thing left and she snuggled back into the pillows. Just when she was about to fall asleep, that strange thing came again.

Irritated, she opens her eyes and sat up; only to be met with the face of a certain James Reid.

James who was having his lips on hers, slowly kissing her awake.

"Good morning." He whispered huskily, hands slowly roaming on her.

Nadine held onto his wandering hands firmly, temporarily stopping movement. "James, what are you doing?"

James gave her an isn't-it-obvious look but quickly took it back when he saw her stern glare and the increasingly tight grip on his hands. "I made breakfast and thought it'll be good to wake you up. French toast sounds good?"

"You did?"

"Yup, and well, considering how tired you are from last night, it's only right I made breakfast." James explained as his lips started kissing her face and neck again. If he couldn't use his hands, he'll use his mouth.

"Love, stop it." She insisted but moved her head to give him better access to the kisses, her hands unknowingly let go of his.

"You don't sound convincing." James looked up to say and went back to kissing her, this time at the spot behind her ears. His freed hands began to move around aimlessly on her again, earning satisfied sighs whenever they stopped somewhere.