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She traced her fingers along his jawline, softly lilting her nails' graze over his skin until he moved just slightly under her touch, and absently tried to brush away her hand in his sleep. A scowl impressed itself on his lips and forehead; his eyebrows knitted together briefly, and then slowly released and relaxed again. She lay beside him, propping herself up with her elbow. Her eyes canvassed the vanilla skin of his face and neck, trying so hard to memorize the pores of his skin, the patternlessness of his barely-there freckles, and the haphazard, directionless growth of the kudzu-stubble that covered his cheeks and chin.
And when the scowl had completely disappeared from his face and he looked again at peace, she carefully lifted her hand again to give his cheek a light caress, and she bent her head, and gave the slightest, smallest, most loving kiss to his petal-pink lips.
And when the scowl had completely disappeared from his face and he looked again at peace, she carefully lifted her hand again to give his cheek a light caress, and she bent her head, and gave the slightest, smallest, most loving kiss to his petal-pink lips.