MARY
Warmth. Mary felt warmth. She was not certain if it was from the sunlight streaking from the window directly facing her or if it was because Hero was holding her so close.
'Or it can be both.' Mary supposed, smiling. Slowly, she allowed herself to shift her position, turning her body to face Hero. Once she had succeeded, she stared at his face, his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady.
Unable to help herself, she began to trace with her fingers the curve of his nose, noticing his eyes flutter a little upon her touch. Mary had to stop herself from giggling like a little girl.
Next, she started tracing the curve of his lips. Hero let out a small sound before pulling Mary closer, slowly opening his eyes and stared at her.
