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She wakes up to the sight of a masked face less than a foot away from her own. From where she lie, she can just barely feel his breath brushing against her skin each time he exhales. She closes her eyes and feels, concentrating on the sensation of his warm, sturdy arms wrapped around her torso; of his fingertips lightly pressed into her back; and of how wonderful it feels to lie together like this.
Looking again at the way the light from the near-full moon gives his skin a soft, nearly ethereal glow, she is hit with a sudden realization. She loves him, she thinks with a small start. She stares at him, her eyes wide for only a moment before she smiles and her eyelids slowly close. She loves him. It is a wonderful realization, she thinks, basking in this feeling as she drifts off yet again to the sound of his steady breathing beside her.