I woke up sometime during the middle of the night. My head was on Edward’s chest, my arm wrapped around his waist and my leg hitched up over his. I was enamored, momentarily, by the way my body seemed to mold seamlessly to his. I was perfectly comfortable there in his arms. There was no light in the room, but as I leaned my head back slightly and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out the lines and features of his stunning face. He looked so peaceful. His lips were parted slightly, and with the way his head was angled toward me, I could have easily kissed him. I wanted to.
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