She was the definition of perfection. The way her creamy skin shone in the moonlight, her hair like the dying embers of a fire spilled across her back and over my arm, her rosy lips slightly parted. She curled against my side, reflexively looking for heat and I was more than happy to oblige. Part of me wondered if I should get up and leave, I didn't want to push her too quickly. But the other part of me told me that if she was uncomfortable she wouldn't have fallen back asleep with me. I also hoped that she wouldn't want to wake without me.
I turned on my side and wrapped my arm around her side and curled my hand to rest between her shoulder blades. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would want to be right now. Or any other time for now. Being with Mariya felt like home. I could picture a
