Our storyShe heard him toss and turn in their bed restlessly, the occasional yawn escaping from under the covers. The only thing she could see of him was the dark brown mess that was his hair. Giving her own quiet sigh she went back to work. It crept around to 1:30 in the morning and sleep was starting to take over her.
She looked back up from her paper to see the groggy face of her fiancé staring at her. She gave him her usual sweet smile- the one that had sold him into loving her. Not to mention her long, beautiful black hair, the way she always seemed to convince him into dancing with her, how her lips felt against his, the cute face she made when he bit her in the neck, and ahem. He loved everything about her.
"Can't sleep, love?" She asked in her young voice. It always rang in his ears in the most pleasant way, like she was singing to him.
"I can't sleep unless you're in the bed with me," he mumbled. She didn't know if he was being serious or just trying to be cute. Or b