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Warm Inside.

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It wasn’t that hard for her. Not leaving the bed, that is. The one Arm that supported her head and the other that had been thrown carelessly across her waist kept her safely grounded in the cosy haven she found herself within, not letting her float away with the thoughts that were reeling through her mind. She was very good at that thinking thing. The ability to get distracted by one meagre thought was astounding and naturally led to a trail of other contemplations. But this? No, this kept her mind in the present, right along side the warmth that came off the body that was Pressed up behind her. With a small smile to herself and a soft kiss pressed to the wrist just beside her cheek, she slowly moves to turn around. Eventually she finds herself in a comfortable position, almost nose to nose with the sleeping man she had spent the night with and the majority of her life. With a light, feathered touch she traces the features in which she had grown to love; even that small scar just about his right eyebrow that you could only see when the light was just right.
It didn’t take her long to realise that this was it. This was were she wanted to find herself every morning and every night. In the arms of this man; in the arms of the person that had pushed himself so deep into her life that if he left, there would be a vast gaping hole that would be almost impossible to fill.
“I can feel you staring at me,” he speaks up, voice rough and coated with sleep as his eyelashes begin to flutter.
“Just making sure you’re still here,” she responds simply.
[shared from my previous tumblr account]
[Rachel Martley]
-ohitsraening


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