'Sweet Angel'

He gently ran his fingers through her long, golden hair; he never got sick of playing with her tresses. She was asleep, and looked so peaceful, so innocent. But he knew the truth. A slow, sly smirk spread across his face at the thought. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. He soft, pink lips were slightly parted and looked so enticing. He had an intense urge to kiss them, but resisted. Waking her would be a mistake that would only result in too much fuss. He remember the last time. No, it was better for her to stay asleep - at least for now.

He stood watching her for a few minutes. Knowing that she was naked underneath the covers that currently shielded her from his eyes, was intoxicating. But it wasn't the time to make his move. So he satisfied himself with stroking her hair and watching her as she slept.

"Sleep tight, sweet angel."

A light giggle escaped her rosy lips, but other than that she didn't move. She didn't even open her eyes.

"Seriously?" She said sleepily. "Could you be any creepier? You're standing over me; watching me sleep and stroking my hair. And 'sweet angel'? What the hell was that?" She chuckled sleepily. "Forget what I said about you being more affectionate. Just, forget it. OK? Now, please, get into this bed and spoon your girlfriend. Idiot." Rolling her eyes, she sighed contentedly, stretched a little and snuggled deeper into the warmth of her bed.