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Piece of the Universe

I woke up, and a feeling of blissful happiness drifted through me. I didn't move. At all. 

I was curled up next to Lucas, who was still asleep. His arms were wrapped protectively around me, and my face was against his warm, toned chest. He had his body curled, so that there was a Maya-shaped nook that I fit perfectly in. He was like a shield, a barrier, protecting me from the horrors of the world around me. I didn't have to worry about anything when he was here. Not Farkle, or Riley, or the Alpha, or anybody else. My favorite part? He had his face buried in my hair, and I could feel his soft breaths, warm and smelling of peppermint, in my hair.

But, the world sucks, and he woke up. He raised his head and looked down at me, smiling sleepily. He yawned, and his sleepy face might have been the most attractive thing I have ever seen in my entire freaking life. I resisted the urge to kiss him as hard as I could,

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, "No nightmares?"

I shook my head, "No nightmares."

He flexed one muscular bicep. "That's because I fought them off with my bare hands." I laughed, snuggling closer to his chest.

"You do realize that that's the second time we've slept together, right," he said.

I sighed.

"What is it?" He asked.

"It's just..." I started, "I'm going to try to put this accurately into words. Nothing can hurt me, when you do this," I gestured to his body, curled to fit mine, "Not the Alpha, not his son, not anybody. It's like... we have our own little piece of universe, right here, when we're together. And I could stay like this. Forever and ever and ever and ever." I finished, cuddling my body closer to him, wanting the warmth of his skin to seep into me, so that I could accurately remember the feel of his skin.

He was silent, and I was afraid I said something wrong. I silently cursed myself for messing up this perfect moment. I peered up at his face. His jaw was set, his eyes glinting. There was such a passionate and breathtaking emotion on his face that I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt my heart, thumping worse then even when I was trapped in the pantry. 

"I love you, Maya," he whispered, but it was a breath, so quietly that I could just barely hear it.

"I love you, Lucas," I breathed back. 

And it was our own little piece of universe, right there.