It was a rare sight to see Josh so relaxed and rested. Watching him sleep next to her, Donna felt grateful to be able to witness the otherwise hyperactive Josh Lyman simply be.
Before they were together, she'd learned through inadvertently overhearing arguments between Josh and Amy, that he was usually a very restless sleeper. At least that's how he was with Amy. Donna couldn't help but feel smug at the fact he was so different around her.
She took the time to simply gaze at him, enjoying the fact that Josh wasn't awake to feel awkward about her open admiration. She knew he still hated the scars across his chest, but she tried to quell his concerns by saying they added character.
Donna refused to accept that anyone would notice the scars at the beach anyhow. Surely they'd be too distracted by his abs? Still firm and in excellent shape despite him now being in his mid 40s. Or his strong, broad shoulders and arms, that made him look like he worked out regularly. She still couldn't figure out how he managed it. Did he mysteriously work out while she was asleep? it was the only explanation.
She loved that he had just the right amount of chest hair. Not so much that it felt like she was laying her head on a carpet, but also not so little that she couldn't run her fingers through it.
She looked a little lower, almost disappointed that a sheet was resting across his hips, so she couldn't gaze quite as low as she wanted. She did take the time to appreciate his narrow hips, though. Hips that she knew felt perfect when aligned with her own. Licking her lips unconsciously, she smiled at the memory.
Josh rolled over in his sleep, turning his back to Donna. She watched as she saw the muscles in his back ripple with the effort, again smiling softly at just how toned he was. His physique looked like he'd spent years rowing in the past, but he was adamant that he'd only really done so when he was a teenager.
She couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke his back. As she touched him, she heard Josh quietly mumble to himself. In his sleep, he turned back round, one arm reaching out to pull her to him. Donna snuggled down onto the bed, as his arms wrapped themselves around her. Pulling her tightly to him, Donna rested her head in the nook of his neck, peppering kisses across his Adam's Apple. She moved one hand to rest on his chest, stroking her fingers through his perfect amount of chest hair. Yup, this felt exactly how she'd always hoped, she decided. Sighing contentedly, she closed her eyes for a little while longer.