He awoke half asleep and he could hardly find the energy to access his memories of the night before. He struggled to recall the previous evenings proceedings as he squinted his eyes due to the warm light that cascaded into the room and poured over the bed. He closed his eyes for a few moments to allow them to adjust slowly, on their own, to the morning's light.

He wasn't entirely sure of what had happened the night before and he was upset by the fact that he was having trouble distinguishing between realities and dreams. It seemed as if the more he concentrated, the more he found himself at an impassable roadblock in his own mind.

He had never felt this way; unable to remember where he was, what had happened, and why it was light out. He should have awakened at the crack of dawn, heading off to work to collect his paycheck.

He sighed allowed, and felt like punching himself for being so greedy. As if he didn't have enough money for a long while that one measly paycheck would make a major financial difference.

Attempting to place his hands behind his head he found that only his right one complied and he was shocked at first by this fact. He nearly jumped out of bed to make sure he was all right when he spotted the body that lay next to him, her head resting on his arm and her face buried into his chest while her long hair covered her features enough that he was uncertain of who it could be.

Brushing the hair away from her cheek silently, he was surprised to gaze upon the face of the woman who had been in his hotel room last night as the memories came rushing back, smacking him with enough force that had he been standing he probably would have fainted.

He smiled inwardly as he remembered the night they had shared. Together. He knew that this was the beginning of a wonderful life and he was glad that it was possible for them to have. She had accepted his marriage proposal. She would be his wife.

He watched her for a few moments, drowning in her beauty. He loved the beauty that she possessed in every aspect of the word. She was like a pond of radiance, charm and caring emotions. On the surface the sun would catch her perfectly, creating an aura of beautiful light around her. The sun itself dulled in comparison to her gorgeous appearance and he could swear that after staring at her for even short periods of time, that she, his love, was the source of the light, of all light. The beauty of her was what lied under the surface, hidden to the untrained eye. Beneath the barrier, she was delicate, fragile, and perfect in every sense of what he believed it should be.

He could watch her for all eternity, captivated by just the sight of her, her intoxicating scent and the addicting qualities of her.

Smiling to himself, he felt her stir in his arms and watched as her eyes slowly open and he made contact with her field of vision, which brought a smile to her own face.

"Morning," she whispered as she leaned up and kissed him, softly while he ran a hand through her hair. He sighed lightly when she broke the kiss. "I slept well," she giggled "How about you?"

He lay there motionless, unable to believe that the voice that he was hearing, which sounded like the bells of heaven, belonged to someone who was not sprouting wings and a brilliant golden halo, before he realized who it was; his angel.

"Excellent," he smirked before kissing her ear, whispering as he did so. "By the way… you … are… an… animal," he said in between the light kisses he was placing on her lips.

"I know..." She moaned as he kissed her deeply, before she broke it and frowned. "Matt, I have to go somewhere."

"Oh?" he asked while raising an eyebrow. "Where?" he wasn't to sure how his tone came out, but he was relieved when she smiled.

"Work." She sighed as she got up and began trotting around the room without bothering to cover herself up. Sinking farther into the bed he closed his eyes as he took in her scent, which was doused in the sheets around him.

When he opened his eyes again she was standing there, wearing a pink dress, which showed off her curvaceous figure very well. He was a bit jealous as to the fact that she would be heading to work and any punk who was walking down the street would be able to eye her up, examining her perfect figure. Then he laughed under his breath, reminding him that he had full access to view what lie under that dress.

He grinned evilly, letting thought float into his head. He felt like a pervert for it, but this was his lady. He had the right. Only he could touch her, only he could hold he, kiss her and make love to her. He was glad that she would be the only woman he would spend his life with. He wanted to grow old with her. He grinned wider, if they were going to grow old together, they might as well have some fun getting there.

She kissed him, dragging his mind out of the gutter. "Goodbye, I'll see you tonight." She winked as she placed a hand on his thigh. "Oh yeah she whispered, lust detectable in her voice "If Jun should happen to stop by, just tell her to talk to me." She kissed him one last time, before exiting, leaving him stunned.

"I love that woman," he whispered before settling back into the pillow. "Yes I do."

He smiled one last time before he went back to sleep, dreaming of the night before, and the nights to come.

His smile never faded.

Yeah, yeah, short chapter and long wait. I know. I'm unsure if I should even continue this story or if this should be the end. I'll decide soon. Until then consider this a letter of my informing you that I wish to take a vacation. Email of review if you want me to continue with it. Like I said I may or may not.

-HUNTER