He woke hours later, a few minutes before the alarm went off, knowing that instinctively without having to look at the clock. His arm felt numb, too, and opening his eyes, he realized the reason why. During the night, Laurel had either rolled into his arms or he'd pulled her in. Her full weight was on one, the other arm wrapped around her waist. And for a moment he could only stare down at her. Marvel at the serenity sleep afforded her. How peaceful she looked...and how he wished she could be there every morning.
Without thinking his head dipped forward, lips brushing her forehead. He loved her so very much.