She turns her head sleepily and can’t hide her smile at what she sees. His mouth is open the tiniest bit and he is sleeping soundly. The unshaved hair on his face makes him look older than his years, which she isn’t sure what her feelings for are. The age difference between them has been weighing on her mind recently. A few years is overlooked but eleven is a lot. She doesn’t care personally but having people confuse him for her father is getting to be more than she can handle.
Trying not to wake him, she studies his face, memorizing every detail. She is never sure how long this is going to last, when he is going to wake up and realize that she is still just a kid compared to him. The thought causes tears to slip down her cheeks. This isn’t just a fling for her but she is almost positive that he doesn’t love her.
His breathing becomes quicker and she clamps her eyes closed before he sees her at what she is sure a pathetic moment. What she feels instead is his arms pulling closer and a light kiss brushed on her cheek where a tear had been. Then, soft as a whisper and light as a butterfly, he kisses her on the corner of her mouth, his lips lingering for a moment. She feels her heartbeat race as his head falls back on the pillow, arms still pulling her close as he falls back into dreamland.
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