Peter lay on his side, watching Alex sleep. Spellbound by her rhythmic breathing, he couldn't seem to tear his gaze from her. Her loose, brown curls lay haphazardly across her face. He wanted nothing more than to inch his way over to her and slide those curls off her face, freeing her lips for kissing. On occasion, she would release a light snore. Crazy as it sounded, it was sexy as hell to him.
For the longest time, he watched her. He didn't care if he ever left the room; he'd watch her as long as she slept. Her relaxed features warmed his heart. For so long she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders as evident by the worry lines on her face, but over the past several days, the lines had begun to disappear.