Stolen Moments
My eyes open and flick towards the clock on the nightstand. I can’t help but smile as I see the time there - 5:45 am, 15 minutes before the alarm will go off and right on time. It’s a game I’ve started to play with myself, waking up before the alarm so I can watch him sleep. The goal is to watch him until the alarm goes off - harder then it sounds.
He told me once, when he caught me, that I looked like a teenager. He said I looked like I was fifteen, and in love for the first time with the man of my dreams. Far cry from the truth - thirty with more dirty laundry then the Duggars. It’s kind of funny that he has never once held it against me. I went and visited Ashes last week - an old flame - and he didn’t say a word. He teased me of course, but in his eyes there was nothing but trust and love. Being trusted is something I don’t get that often.
I smile, and I watch him sleep, his breathing steady. Sleep wipes away the worry on his face, and makes him all the more handsome. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with him, what with his laughing and teasing, but I know how worried he is. Everything is ready for the ritual, but there are still so many uncertainties. He has solved every variable that he can, but the fact still remains that we’re summoning some kind of…something…and he has no idea what it will do.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. At least he is letting me be there for the ritual, I suppose. When he first told me about it, I thought he would ban me from being there but he never even tried. He welcomed me, even though I’m not an Acanthus. I think he wants me there to steady him just as much as I want to be there to catch him if he falls.
There must be a change in my breath, or perhaps I shift just slightly. Whatever it is I do, it rouses him immediately. Those beautiful eyes snap open and he looks up at me with a grin, laughing softly, “Gotcha.”
I giggle and squeal as he rolls over and pins me down to the bed, showering me with kisses as punishment for waking him seven minutes before the alarm goes off. With a wink, he leans over and turns the alarm off, ensuring we won’t be bothered for the time being.
These are the moments I live for. The calm before the storm, the stolen moments with the man who has firmly stolen my heart. We both know that this won’t last forever, but we will live every moment to the fullest while we can.
I grin up at him, brushing a kiss across his lips, “Make the world stand still?” And for the moment, he does.