Freckles
It was too hot to sleep in a tent so they were outside under the starlight, lying together on a blanket. She was fast asleep in his arms but he couldn't sleep. He was too hot and too uncomfortable, so he settled for just watching her. He didn't know what possessed him, but slowly his hand came up to her face, brushing the hair away from her face as she curled closer against him. His finger lightly started to trace the freckles on her face. Usually he couldn't see them, covered by dirt that dusted her skin, but she'd recently had a bath and he couldn't help himself. It was one of his favorite things about her. He would have sworn she was ginger if he didn't have proof of her natural blonde. He traced from one to the other, lightly ghosting his finger over her skin, loving the way she wrinkled her nose and made faces. She never woke up, so he never stopped. The sun was coming up slowly over the trees and he was still tracing her skin. He'd worked his way down her arm, playing connect the dots. He hadn't realized she'd woken up. "I love you," he whispered.
She curled closer against him, kissing his chin. "I love you too."