She tilted her head slightly, she wouldn't bring down the moment and tell him where she pictured herself back then. "Are you happy, though?" Her voice was soft, but slightly rough. If the position was something she could hold all day she could just looking at him, taking him in. Every ounce.
She petted a few strands, stroking them with her thumb and index finger. She had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from yawning in his face. Her stage high fading finally. She eased her self down a little, inching just enough so that she could lay her ear over his heart, and yet still run her fingers through his hair.