Ginger bit her lip as she watched his eyes fall closed; the look on his face after she’d said ‘yes’… Her heart was clenching and a part of her almost hoped, wondered, that if in the morning he remembered he would still mean it. She really wasn’t one for marriage- neither was he- but… he would almost be worth it.
As his breathing evened out however, she brushed a hand across his forehead, leaned down kissed his temple and went to stand. At least this sleep looked peaceful…