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The suns rays lazily flitted through the slanted shades, casting a shadow on the red headed mans chest and abdoment. His usually tough and sturdy brow was softened by his slumber, those rosy lips of his, which for most of the day were pulled into a tight line of disappointment and annoyance, lay slightly open and inviting. His perfectly styled hair laid clumsily atop his head, like a pile of wildfire.
It was quite rare for you to be awake before he was, and you'll be sure to do it more often, what a treat it was to see such a powerful and stoic man completely and utterly defenseless. Were you this vulnerable looking when you were asleep? Maybe that's why he always woke up before you. . . Hearing groans tumbling from his lips, your hands immediately find their way to rumbling chest, relishing every moment.
Humming quietly, he rubs sleep from his eyes and the first thing they search for is you, lost in the warmth and love your orbs carried for him, he froze. His cheeks turning pink ever so slightly as he’s rendered speechless. His eyes soften as he takes in every detail of her as if it were his last.
He hoped that the day would never come. But he still did it anyways, knowing that she did the same.