D O M I N I C
I watched her sleep, her warm body curled up against mine. Her eyes were closed, and her lashes rested against her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted, and her chest was slowly rising and falling, matching the pace of her steady breathing.
Her hand was on my chest, and her head was resting against my shoulder. Her hair was messy, and her locks were spread across the pillow, a few strands fell on her face.
My finger moved and brushed them away, tucking the strand behind her ear. Her hair was soft, and her skin was warm.
Her face was calm, and she looked peaceful.
She looked so innocent.
So pure.
So beautiful.
I couldn't understand how I could never tell her how breathtaking she was every single day of our marriage, how could any sane man fumble this badly and lose th
