He couldn't help watching her sleep- she looked younger with all of the stress and worry gone from her beautiful, delicate features; the sunlight shining in through his bedroom window highlighting the golden tones in her light brown hair. His hazel eyes smiled as her perfect lips opened, saying his name softly while she was dreaming. The rough skin of his hands ran back and forth over her soft, porcelain back. Her long, black eyelashes fluttered in her sleep, hiding her blue eyes. He couldn't believe that this was real- that he had the woman of his dreams in his arms.
"Cal… what time is it?" She asked him sleepily, causing him to jump.
"Good morning, gorgeous."
"Morning Cal."
