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I woke up before he did, which was surprising considering I wasn’t much of a morning person.
Theo looked completely different when he was asleep. Younger. Peaceful. He was always so serious during the day, only showing his softer side to Cory and me. To everyone else, he was a solid and unwavering statue, an almost imposing presence.
I studied the minor details of his face, my fingers itching to pick up a pencil to sketch him. I noted the lines in his brow, the light crinkles near the corners of his eyes. The gray streaks in his hair, traces of white coming in near the temples. He was in need of a shave, though I liked how his stubble made him look rugged and mysterious.
I eventually found the strength to roll out of bed, pulling on my clothes in a hurry when I remembered that Cory
