The Moments After
She rolled over in his arms sighing with contentment, the bedsheets pulled up to cover her naked body. She snuggled deeper into his arms, her head resting on his strong chest listening to the even sound of his breath and the beat of his heart. She smiled as she thought over the last few hours. Dinner. Coffee. Sex. She didn't think she could ever love him more than in that moment. And then it passed.
He murmured in his sleep and she lifted her head off his chest, gazing at his chiseled features as relaxed and beautiful as she had ever seen them. The worry lines giving way to a smooth forehead, the laughter lines fading. She traced his soft lips with her finger remembering their touch as they had slid from her ear to her neck.
A cool breeze floated through the partially opened window catching the gauze curtains and caressing her back. She moved even closer to him wondering how he had come to be hers. He was so much more then she could ever have hoped for and she ran her hand lightly up and down his arm, touching his soft skin, feeling the powerful muscles that were hidden beneath.
She had never felt so wanted. Not needed, but wanted. A feeling so much more then need. Wrapped in those strong arms that would have to let go but didn't want to. She raised her hand higher and let it tangle in his hair. It was always so messy. Never the same. It was different everyday. And she loved it. He wouldn't be the same without that messy hair.
She laid back down heaving a great contented sigh. "I love you," she murmured, burying her face into his neck and breathing in his unique scent.
"I love you too," he murmured, "more then words," and wrapped her tighter in his arms.