The sun filtered lightly though the blinds, tinting the lightness of th early morning. He didn't know how long he'd been up already. He had planned on leaving, packing his bags and going but he didn't know if he could. Beauty was beside him, and he didn't know what to do about it. He rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair before turning his head to look at her through sleepy eyes. He turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow to look down at her. Her skin was soft against his fingers when he layed his palm on her cheek. Dark almost straight eyebrows casted over her hidden hazel eyes. Her long eyeblashes looked like they could caress her cheeks which were rosy with sleep. His thumb slid over her lips. They were full and soft as silk, slightly parted in her relaxed state.

Her breath caught suddenly, audible, and her brows furrowed. She stirred in dark dreams and he wondered where she was. He used his hand to caress her hair back away from her face, hoping maybe she would calm. His lips pressed against her forehead and he kept them tehre when she mummbled in fear. His hand continued to brush her hair back, his fingers combing to the ends.

A few moments later her breathes evened and slowed. He smiled when she rolled towards him and he quickly lowered down to relax on his back. She snuggled closer, her head resting on his shoulder. He took her hand and raised it so her arm rested against his torso and to tuck her hand with his against his chest. He could feel her breath on his collar bone. His fingers played with the ends of her hair/ He looked up at the ceiling; he didn't know if he'd be able to go.

He looked down when she shifted and watched her eyes flutter open and look into his. Her lazy grin tightened the strings on his hear.

He wouldn't leave.