Both of them could argue that last night was the best night both of them had shared in a long time. Liberty was finally allowed to sleep in a proper room, not just a proper bedroom. The best bedroom. Naomi’s. As much as he appreciates the fluffy bed and soft pillows, nothing could beat the feeling of waking up with her scent invading his nostrils.
Lavender and mint.
It was the first morning he ever felt recharged by sleeping. It was the only morning he wished to experience from now on.
Liberty shifted to his side so he could face Naomi’s face. “Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered as her eyelids were still shut comfortably. He brushes his bandaged fingertips over her cheeks and nose, careful not to wake her up. Liberty appreciates the masterpiece in front of him with a stupid smile
