Just as Davis had predicted, Jessica stirred awake not long after he had finally drifted into sleep.
The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains. Her lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. Gently detaching herself from the familiar warmth of his embrace, she let out a soft yawn and stretched, flexing her limbs and arms.
"She had been stressed out the night before and still felt a slight throbbing in some areas, yet she was refreshed and content. Taking a deep breath and casting a brief glance at the culprit, she sighed.
His calm, peaceful, almost childlike sleeping face caught her attention. Gently, she propped herself up, resting her cheek against her palm as her gaze settled on his face.
"God can really be partial sometimes," she whispered with a faint smile, eyes tracing his serene features which had long been ingrained in her memory, yet she couldn't get tired of them. "Creating some perfect, and some imperfect."
