Andrew woke up staring to a different ceiling, sinking in a bed that wasn’t his own. Cathy was still asleep, nested in his chest. The movement of her breath, her weight over his body, the smell of her skin… He could vividly remember the moments he longed for her so hard it felt unbearable. Those moments were the same moments he thought about going after her no matter what, disturbing her peace and saying whatever he had to in order to have her back. And right now, syncing his breath to hers to make sure she wouldn’t wake up, he thanked himself for not letting his feelings get in the way of his common sense, because God, the Universe or whatever ruled such hazard matters, rewarded him for his patience. He promised himself that if he had another chance he would simply take it, no hesitations
