The soft morning light pulls me awake and despite the fact that I feel beaten, I force myself fully awake before it's not too late. My head turns slowly and I freze for a split second. With an arm over his face to shield himself from the morning light , still deeply asleep, somehow relaxed for the first time I have met him, Thomas looks strangely not like himself. His brows are not narrowed. He is not cold or distant. He is simply asleep and peaceful. Like this, I can stare. I can't help myself to pull my eyes away.
I might never get to experience this again. I'm certain a sober Thomas would not allow me to sleep in the same bed as him.
The strong line of his jaw and the sharp cut of his nose makes me think that I am not even looking at a human being. Despite the countless scars on his b
