His eyes roamed her body, seeing everything she had wanted to hide. He saw the olive skin, the smearing of freckles and moles. The way her forearm met her wrist. His eyes took in the beauty of her abdomen, ribs expanding and collapsing as she gently breathed. Of her slightly protruding hips against the weathered denim. But most of all, he noticed the scars that he was never supposed to see, the scars that she'd never show. While he didn't know the story behind them, he did know the girl asleep on the couch. His eyes drifted to her face, peaceful and seemingly calm. Her eyelids fluttered as her mouth curved upwards as though she had dreamt something beautiful. He didn't need to dream; the girl next to him was everything beautiful and he'd spend every day making sure she knew just that.