Natalie awoke to the sight of Kenton still asleep at her side, having adjusted sometime in the middle of the night to no longer be encased within his arms. The absence of his hold but abundance of his presence was enough to contradict her worry into serenity as she took in the features she had never come to notice until now. His messy mocha hair was left risen to an apex against the pillowcase that happened to match his comforter. But it was the honey kissed skin and full existence of his lips that drew her into a memory she had long forgotten. She used to dream of him coming to her room in her adolescence, his vulgar words turning sweet just for her, and those plump lips delivering her first true kiss to her willing mouth. The moment that followed this would be something from a Harlequin
