She woke up first, the heavy body in the bed next to her frightened her for a moment. She sat up in the bed clutching the sheets to her naked body, it was when she saw the shaggy black hair that she realized who it was. Judas. She eased back onto the bed beside him with a heavy sigh, he was still asleep. His back was to her so that he could face the door, ever the faithful watchman and she was shielded behind his body.
She traced the line of his tattoo across his back, a giant cross went from shoulder to shoulder before lining down his spin. There were scars running through it from bike wrecks and fights, but she found the scars made it more beautiful. He woke up and rolled over to face her, catching her hand in his he took the time to kiss each fingertip.
"Good morning," He said.
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