The Morning After

Charles opened his eyes to the most beautiful sight he could ever imagine – Beth in his arms.

She had her hand flung carelessly over his abdomen and her beautiful face pressed to his naked chest. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist and it felt like the rightest thing in the world.

His heart soared.

She was here. Beth was here in his arms and he was never letting her go. He would no more ask to touch her, nor wish he could. She was his wife and his lover now. She was his and he was hers.

The morning sun was streaming into the room through the tiny opening as best as it could, as no one had dared to come to pull the curtains. The bed cover was up to their waist but no higher. All was suddenly so perfect with the world.

'She was the most perfect person in the world.' Charles thought, his heart giddy. He inhaled her scent and felt his heart expanding. Lightly, he caressed her face and played with her hair.