His palm slid against her cheek, warmer than usual from slumber. But it was the look that made her melt each morning in and out; that tired look that held one eye captive, but how the other lit up like the sun just to see her - how slowly the delighted, sleepy smile pulled across his lips. For minutes he said nothing, but on the rare occasions he didn't wake wrapped around her, or vice versa, he couldn't delay in reaching out to touch.

"Still here," Patricia whispered.

His thumb rolled slowly across her cheek. "...Like to make sure," he murmured.

Posted: September 25th, 2013 03:20 PM

Patricia ©   solargriffin
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