A Little Bit Married

The Woman He Loves

I stirred, my brows furrowing slightly, my chest heaving. Bright light from the half open drapes was blinding me, and I squinted, my chest heaving.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I was was tanned, smooth skin. My eyes widened, and I slowly looked up.

Gray was still asleep, his hair dishevelled, his hand wrapped lightly around my waist.

I immediately felt my heart flutter, my chest tightening as I leaned closer, looking up to him. He looked like every sad lovelorn song out there, just because I knew how it would feel if I ever f****d this up.

I moved my hand and slowly ran it down his face, my lips parting. I could hear his voice, feel his kisses all over me. It almost felt like a dream. He was this perfect man, and I am just... just an average looking orphan girl. Why would he love me?

I focused my gaze on him again, and I leaned, my lips pressed against his forehead. My eyes closed, and I lingered there, hoping that all the stupid doubts would clear away from my mind.

I am the woman he loves. It doesn't matter who I used to be. I am now the woman he loves.