When William finally walked up the stairs and entered their bedroom, he paused at the doorway. Bri was already asleep!
She lay curled slightly on her side of the king sized bed, the blanket pulled to her waist, her hair spread across the pillow in soft spirals, and she smelled like cherries; a fresh and sweet scent that drifted across the room the moment he walked in. It was intoxicating.
Her lips were gently pressed together, her breathing slow and steady, peaceful, and
almost angelic. William stood there for a moment longer, just looking at her as if mesmerised by the quiet softness she rarely showed when awake.
