Well, that did the job to erase wherever reservations he might have been feeling. It was a strange thought, but by now, he was used to the sight of her in his bed. The paleness of her skin on the sheets, the curve of her bare shoulder, the fall of her hair across the pillow. He knew her body now. He could have shut the light off, pulled the curtains, plunged the room into darkness and it wouldn't have mattered.
Kicking off his shoes, he knelt down at the foot of the bed, just watching her, and for a moment he didn't feel ashamed for it.
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Date: 2009-12-29 03:27 am (UTC)Kicking off his shoes, he knelt down at the foot of the bed, just watching her, and for a moment he didn't feel ashamed for it.