Dawson
My sweet is asleep in my arms. We are traveling in first class, so the seats on the plane are comfortable, but I know she feels very tired. A sly smile appears on my face. I haven’t let her sleep for days, heh. She owes me many nights of love.
The arrival of the flight is announced over the loudspeaker, but I’m going to wait until we land to wake her. She feels so small and fragile in my arms. She’s like a beautiful piece of glass that I want to protect with my life if necessary.
I stroke her hair, and she stirs restlessly in her seat.
“Are we there yet?” she asks, and I have to respond.
“No, not yet, but we’re about to. Keep sleeping, my love. I’ll wake you when we arrive.” I see her make a small gesture with her lips.
“Mmm, you called me love, not sweet. I like it better whe
