A sleeping, satisfied woman is a sight that always has made me feel good. Helen's face was marked by calm contentment; her mouth was slightly upturned and her head lay against my arm. I watched, not wanting to wake her, as the pale light illuminated the lines of her face. I had awoken as the light spilled into the room, and had taken the opportunity to reflect and think.
Admittedly, as it was morning, I was stiff again. Her warm breath against my skin reminded me of the previous night, and what we had done together. She had told me she loved me.
I didn't know how she could love me. I still had no idea why Kaila loved me, so for Helen to fee the same way was beyond baffling. I knew I loved Helen, and wanted her to be happy, but to have those feelings returned was mind-boggling to me.
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