March 18, 2011
He was lying on the couch, propped up on the arm. A sound system was playing an array of songs from his ipod.
In his arms was a slightly younger girl, she was beautiful and looked angelic as her chest rose and fell in a peaceful sleep. She looked so innocent, so breakable. Nothing could be hidden or displayed or faked when you were asleep.
He was so tempted to kiss her small, full lips but did not want to wake her.
She shivered and moved slightly. He pulled her up so that her head rested on his shoulder more and dragged a blanket down from the back of the couch. It was late, he should sleep, but he wanted to watch her peaceful face. It was only for a minute longer.
He kissed her cheek and hugged her close. His heart thudding against his chest.
In his arms was a slightly younger girl, she was beautiful and looked angelic as her chest rose and fell in a peaceful sleep. She looked so innocent, so breakable. Nothing could be hidden or displayed or faked when you were asleep.
He was so tempted to kiss her small, full lips but did not want to wake her.
She shivered and moved slightly. He pulled her up so that her head rested on his shoulder more and dragged a blanket down from the back of the couch. It was late, he should sleep, but he wanted to watch her peaceful face. It was only for a minute longer.
He kissed her cheek and hugged her close. His heart thudding against his chest.
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