She'd asked him to stay. He'd dreamed of it even when he'd been most adamantly trying to forget her. A million what ifs ran through his head but he couldn't begrudge their past anymore. Not while he was watching her sleep. Not while he could forget the reason she'd come home. Well, she said he was her reason for coming home but if she'd never got sick… would she have ever come back?
It didn't matter. He quelled the desire to touch her, knowing she needed to sleep. Only, she reached her hand across the sheets, searching for him, until she found his arm, her fingers quickly crossing his chest and stopping almost underneath his other arm. "Are you awake?" she mumbled sleepily.
He whispered the affirmative and brushed her hair from her face. She pulled herself closer to him, rested her head on his chest.
"Thank you for staying."
"You don't need to thank me."
"I've never been very good at obeying you."
Mark had to laugh, a short quiet laugh that left a smile lingering on his lips.
"Did you sleep okay?" she asked
"Yeah, you?"
She nodded then lifted her head to look at him, pausing for a moment to let the truth sink in again. "You look good in the morning." She smiled.
"I was about to say the same thing. I could wake up to this forever."
She traced the lines of his face with one hand, her weight on the opposite elbow. "What can I say? I'm all yours."
Mark laughed and shook his head before pulling her into a kiss.
"Just one thing," she pulled away reluctantly then leant in a kissed him again, forgetting what she was going to say.
"What were you going to say?"
"Breakfast." She mumbled between kisses.
Mark pulled back. "Breakfast sounds good. But straight back to bed, doctor's orders."