A/N: I am in the process of moving from Nashville to St. Louis and I came across this little story I wrote years ago, and it struck me as funny because I never write in the first person or in the present tense, but I really kinda like it. I hope you do too.
The day had been long and I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. As the door to the hotel room opens a cool rush of air and the scent of generic disinfectant invades my senses. He has me by the hand, stroking his thumb across my knuckles. I smile inwardly at his tender touch. How could something so simple feel so endearing and set my heart on fire? As we enter the room, he shuts the door and turns to me. I smile weakly and he does the same in return just before enveloping me in a tight hug. One strong arm wrapped around my shoulders while the other rested softly in the hair on the side of my head, gently pressing my cheek to his chest. The smell of disinfectant is long forgotten as his unique mix of cologne and soap consumes me. I close my eyes and sigh contentedly. After a few perfect moments, he pulls away and runs a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I notice his blue eyes have lost their usual sharp, cheeky expression. Instead, they are deep, caring, concerned and completely genuine.
"Let's get some sleep," he suggests in a low airy tone. His statement was meant to be nothing but sincere, but his tired sexy voice unraveled me ever so slightly. My heart warms again as he presses a small kiss onto my forehead. I allow him to lead me towards on the beds. He drops his large frame onto the somewhat stiff mattress, never releasing my hand. A small smile crosses his features and exposes just a hint of a sparkle in his eyes as he tugs on my arm, successfully pulling me onto the bed next to him. I slowly stretch my tired limbs and move to curl into myself. He switches his hold on my hand and interlaces our fingers, his am settling across my stomach. He slides the rest of his body around mine so my back rests against his broad chest. The soft fabric of his worn t-shirt caresses my bare shoulder. I try to blink back sleep, not wanting to give into my exhaustion just yet, instead wanting to relish in the moment. I notice his breathing hasn't evened out, he was still awake too.
"Tell me a story," I request in a voice so quiet I don't expect him to hear me. He must have heard me though because his deep voice fills the air. I feel the words rumble through his chest and up my spine as he tells a slow love story. I let my eyes drop closed; finally surrendering as his gorgeous voice wraps around me and lulls me into a peaceful sleep.