287 Twig ring- Part 1

He raised his hand to push the reddish-brown strands of her hair away from her face. Lucas had not slept, not because he couldn't but because he was not the kind of person who ever slept. A reaper never slept as it was always on work, fetching souls was its job at any point of time. Right now, he laid on the bed with Belle next to him who was asleep. 

The time they had arrived back to the inn, it had been close to the sun going to rise in the sky, and he had tucked her in the bed before getting on her side to accompany her. 

He looked at her eyelashes that touched the top of her cheeks. He let go of the hair he had been pushing away from her face so that he could look at her without her hair hindering his sight.