135) The Morning After

Vasili

When I woke up I found Edward on my chest, his legs tangled with mine and the sheets wrapped around our bodies like that of a Roman statue. He was in between consciousness and unconsciousness as his eyes fluttered open and close. He was mumbling but I could barely understand. His long curls were spread on my chest like a blanket and he just looked utterly gorgeous to me. 

His ring was still on his finger and I was pretty sure it would be a cold day in hell before he would consider to take it off.