Matthew
I couldn’t help the half contented sigh that I let out as I stared down at Blair’s sleeping face. I couldn’t help my thoughts, thinking that she looked so calm and peaceful, the exact opposite of what she was when she was awake. I found my fingers wrapping around the strands of her hair that had escaped from her braids, tucking it behind her ear in the same movement. Not wanting to break the contact between us, I allowed my finger to trace the curve of her jaw, the consequences thereof damned if she were to wake up.
Her chest was rising and falling in a manner that was barely noticeable, a clear sign that she was still asleep. My mind started to whir with the possibilities that the day held. I had mind-linked my mother earlier that morning, asking her if she would have minded wa
