Pale, golden-lashed eyelids flutter open. Nick sighs as the moment is broken. He isn't disappointed that she is waking, but he so loves watching her sleep. His arm tightens around her waist as she attempts to move.
"Mmm."
Legs and body already curled around her tighten a little more. The real world doesn't get to take her back, yet.
"What time is it?" Tired, dreamy, beautiful voice.
"Too fucking early." A growl in her ear and she shivers at the vibrations on her skin, then waits. His hand finds hers and moves her fingers, slowly, sensually, until her thumb touches her pinky. Six o'clock.
"You're not just saying that?" she whispers.
He shakes his head against her, lips brushing the back of her neck, face buried in her hair. He isn't lying, although if it wasn't early, he would anyway. Just to hold her a little longer, to feel her near, warm and soft against him.
Silently, selfishly, he curses her career, wishing she could come on the road all the time, that every morning could start this way. But she is strong, independent, intelligent, and he would never suggest it. And yet, that selfish part of him wishes that he were enough