I wake up earlier than I thought, the moon still up. I'm still in Quill's arms, his body relaxed against my own.
Now that I can confirm that the events that happened yesterday was most definitely not a dream, I could feel more peace come over me. At last, the one meant for me was home and he was clinging on to me as if afraid that I was going to leave.
Though I knew I should just let him rest, I caught myself tracing his facial features gently, tracing over the new scars of his face and bottom lip. A yearning came over me, and I dropped my hand, slowly starting to pull away.
I should not have done that; his arms tightened, and he crushed me against his chest. The action left me breathless, and I wiggled in an attempt to loosen his hold on me.
"Sleep a little longer, love." Quill said sleepily, kissing the top of my head.
