He loved the way her hair smelt, how her bones rested on his, the breaths that went in and out of her body, her personality. At that moment he loved how vulnerable and adorable she looked when she was asleep as she laid on his big torso. Her thin brunette hair sprayed across the bed, her Spanish soul resting, her sharp eyes tucked underneath her eyelids, far away in the deep land of sleep.
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