Sere slept soundly next to me, her chest rising and falling ever so slightly. Poor thing was all tuckered out. I smiled to myself, studying every line and curve in her perfect form. I brushed her hair from her face, kissing her cheek tenderly.
Shifting, Sere opened her blue eyes, looking up at me, “Do you mind?”
I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her thin frame, “Not really,”
She snuggled into me, a contented sigh drifting from her parted lips. I stroked her snow white hair, listening to her hearts beating softly in the dark. The rythym was hauntingly akin to the sound of the drums.
I shivered reflexively.
“What’s wrong?” Sere murmured sleepily, sensing my anxiety.
I opened my mouth to explain, but thought better of it, “Nothing,”
She snorted, “Some nothing,”
A wry smile played across my lips. I tightened my embrace around her, breathing in her sweet scent.
“Damn watch,” I muttered.
Sere turned over to face me, her hand against my chest, “Shhhh….”
She pressed her lips to mine and I found myself lost in her touch.