Avery Miller woke up with her body still draped over his. His arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly as he slept deeply.
Avery watched him quietly for a moment; his eyes were shut tight, his expression serene. She reached out and gently traced her finger down one of his thick, well-shaped eyebrows. Avery caressed it for a while, then couldn't resist leaning over to give him a gentle kiss.
If only it could always be like this, with you holding me when I wake up each day, allowing me to trace your features and kiss your dark hair, to hold your hand and grow old with you—that would be wonderful! Sadly, I know you won't always treat me this way...
After a moment's thought, she felt a tinge of sadness, withdrew her hand from his face, and gave him a gentle push, whispering, "Ethan."
Ethan Montgomery murmured a response, unclear if he was awake or still half-asleep.