The sheer curtains let in some of the morning light, giving the room a soft glow. Sasha blended, gradually rising up out of the profundities of her fantasies. She was lying on her side, facing Adam, when her eyes flitted open. His features were illuminated by the warm sunlight as he lay there peacefully, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath.
Sasha's eyes were fixed on him, following the lines of his face and recalling every detail. Adam's dim, disheveled hair outlined his attractive face, emphasizing his etched facial structure areas of strength for and, delicate, highlights. She wondered about the unpretentious lines carved around his eyes, proof of the incalculable minutes they had shared, the chuckling and the tears they had encountered together.
