His eyes had been fixed on one spot since he had woken up and found her beside him. He had longed to touch her but knew he should not. She needed to rest.
He believed he had exhausted her last night, slightly feeling guilty since she was still recovering from her recent illness. But it was so hard to control himself when he was around her.
All he wanted was to keep her in his arms and never let her go. Was he in love? He hoped so because he believed she deserved all the love he could give.
But if not, he still believed that he was getting there. It would be just a matter of time. Honestly, he could imagine himself waking up every morning just like this.
He could stare at her face all day with his eyes focused on her closed eyes, her nose that slightly flared when she inhaled, her lips that he longed to kiss but could not, afraid that he might wake her up.
