She peaks at him. He's still asleep, lying on his back, his face so peaceful and relaxed, she actually thinks she can detect a slight smile on his lips. Without those new, reading squared glasses, he looks shockingly vulnerable. Last night, after they kissed for a bit and he did the sexy librarian thing and took of his specs, they stared and stared into each other's eyes. She felt like she could see his entire history in his pupils.
She could know everything about him in a way she'd never known before. It was a little eerie, but also kind of profound.
She guessed that was what she found most surprising about sex: the knowing. How could you understand a person completly and vice versa.
'Good morning, lover', she murmurs quietly.
His mouth pops open and he wakes, pounding his pillow in confusion. But then he see's her and he makes that smile that makes her legs tremble. 'Hey, kiddo..', he pulls up his head and smiles. 'You've never looked more beautiful.. Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you look in the morning?'