The pale morning light washed across the dingy sheets, softening all Anamaria's hard edges; in repose, the angry set of her mouth had relaxed into a small smile. James flattered himself that he was somewhat responsible for her pleasant dreams.
He made to touch her hair, then thought better of it. When she awoke, she would be prickly and bellicose again. It was only in the dark, or in these early morning hours before she woke, that he saw this side of her. It was a rare and precious thing to see her unguarded, and he wanted to savor it.
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Nice.
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