Authors note: I just realized that these pieces belong together.

It's that moment between the complete stillness of sleep and the uncontrollable energy of reality.
The world is holding its breath and there is only you.
Her body, wrapped around yours like a protective shield. Her fingers, pressed against your stomach. Her breasts, hot against your back. Her heart, pumping blood through your veins.
A smile. Pink, swollen lips.
The marks they left, fading against your tan skin. The marks you gave, still violently contrasting her paleness.
Blond locks tangled with black curls.
Her breath, soft against your neck.
It's that moment. It's that moment you know.

That moment, you know why.