Sweeping
She brushes the hair from my face and a thrill goes through my body. I still can't believe she chose me. That of all the men that would love to be here, I'm the one allowed this privilege.
I stare into those bright blue eyes and they crinkle as she smiles. I can't help but smile back. My heart sings with joy.
She has allowed me a second chance. I don't think I even deserved a first.
Her eyes grow heavy with sleep and she buries her head between my chin and my shoulder. Her body is molded to mine. The lyrium in my skin thrums happily, a completely new sensation.
I remember, much too long ago, when we first came together. The day after, Varric looked at us and immediately knew what had transpired:
"So...you and Hawke?" the intrusive dwarf had asked.
"What about us?" I'd said.
"I want to make sure I get all the details right when I tell this story. Did you sweep her off her feet or was it the other way around?" he continued with a sly grin.
"I'm not telling you anything but this: There was no actual sweeping involved." I responded and stormed off.
This time though I must admit, I think she really did sweep me off my feet!