Ocean
He can hear the ocean from where they lay together.
It's in her apartment, a place he's slowly growing familiar with, along with how she likes to trace her fingers along his scars, how she laughs at inappropriate times, and her scent of Pantene shampoo and Marlboro cigarettes.
He never thought he'd date a smoker, and thought even less that he'd sleep with a woman without having sex with her first.
But he is, and he did.
He cards his hand through her hair, listens to her breathe, feels her heartbeat against his chest.
He wonders if it's sunrise yet.
AN: So that's it, guys! Last chapter, it's all finished.
Sorry if it was cliche or anything in the end, but I just wrote where the words took me, you know?
Hope you liked!
Loves, Maeke