Author's Note: I think this is the end. It's been a fun ride. Thanks for all y'all's support. Take care, now.
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They walked into the hotel room, Amy yelling over her shoulder, "Make yourself comfortable," as she went into the bathroom to change into some pajamas. "'Make yourself comfortable'?" Scott thought. "She certainly leaves some room for interpretation."
He finally decided keeping his t-shirt and boxers on would be both safe and comfortable. Just as a pre-caution, he was already snuggled underneath the covers when Amy re-emerged from the bathroom. She looked pretty modest as well, in a tank top (with obviously some sort of sports bra beneath it) and shorts. She was smiling as she snuggled in beside him under the covers.
She lay her head on his chest and felt almost rocked to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing, lullabied by his heartbeat.
"Thank you."
He glanced down at her. "For what?"
She closed her eyes and pressed herself tighter against him. "For everything; you'll never even know."
He shrugged and wrapped a strong arm around her, pulling her even closer. "Thank you," he whispered, believing her to be asleep.
Amy smiled within herself, the deep part of her that loved her with all she had understanding exactly what he meant. She didn't need words or logic to explain the emotions she felt. All she believed in was this moment, in all its perfection.
And that was enough.
Scott watched her sleep, trying to memorize her every facial feature. "Shows how much you love this girl," he thought to himself. "Here she is pressed as tight as possible against you and both of you half-dressed, and all you can think about it her face."
But he couldn't help it. She looked like some kind of fiery, sleeping angel. "Thank you," he whispered again, though it was more addressed to God this time, or whoever it was that decided he was worthy of being blessed with such a creation. "Thank you so so much."
Feeling her safe and secure in his arms, he drifted off to sleep.
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They walked into the hotel room, Amy yelling over her shoulder, "Make yourself comfortable," as she went into the bathroom to change into some pajamas. "'Make yourself comfortable'?" Scott thought. "She certainly leaves some room for interpretation."
He finally decided keeping his t-shirt and boxers on would be both safe and comfortable. Just as a pre-caution, he was already snuggled underneath the covers when Amy re-emerged from the bathroom. She looked pretty modest as well, in a tank top (with obviously some sort of sports bra beneath it) and shorts. She was smiling as she snuggled in beside him under the covers.
She lay her head on his chest and felt almost rocked to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing, lullabied by his heartbeat.
"Thank you."
He glanced down at her. "For what?"
She closed her eyes and pressed herself tighter against him. "For everything; you'll never even know."
He shrugged and wrapped a strong arm around her, pulling her even closer. "Thank you," he whispered, believing her to be asleep.
Amy smiled within herself, the deep part of her that loved her with all she had understanding exactly what he meant. She didn't need words or logic to explain the emotions she felt. All she believed in was this moment, in all its perfection.
And that was enough.
Scott watched her sleep, trying to memorize her every facial feature. "Shows how much you love this girl," he thought to himself. "Here she is pressed as tight as possible against you and both of you half-dressed, and all you can think about it her face."
But he couldn't help it. She looked like some kind of fiery, sleeping angel. "Thank you," he whispered again, though it was more addressed to God this time, or whoever it was that decided he was worthy of being blessed with such a creation. "Thank you so so much."
Feeling her safe and secure in his arms, he drifted off to sleep.