Red

He turns on his side and spends the next few hours watching her sleep.
Taken by every detail, her face, her body; the way her fiery red hair is tousled across the pillow. The way the lamp casts a shadow on her cheeks. The way her chest rises and falls which each breath. So bewitched by her, he doesn’t notice the first light of dawn until it shines through the gap in the curtains catching her pale skin.

Her eyes open. Surprise fills them. He’s awake.
“Morning, gorgeous,” she smiles reaching out for his hand and takes away his breath.