Dove
I laid wide awake as I stared at the lamp on my bedside table. My insides feeling like a tight coil of tension as I looked at the arm thrown over my waist, the large hand covering my stomach whilst the cool gold rings on his fingers dropped down my temparature enough that it didn't feel like I was about to have a fever.
Everything would have been fine, dandy even if the skin on the arm was a little bit more tanned, the tattoos tightly packed and the scent of mangoes and peaches in my bed instead of the citrus and sandalwood. I would have been alright with it if the head cuddled close to mine was covered by dark raven hair but instead it was blonde. His breathing steady and not a snore to be heard.
His shoulders just a bit broader, his body less hairy and the side of the bed he slept on caused the bed to dip down more than what I was used too.
