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Interlude
Faith stirred in her sleep, and Brian tilted his head slightly to see if she was awake. A minute later he relaxed. She had mumbled something, but she was far gone. He absently stroked the side of her face and stared out at the sky, which was rapidly getting lighter and lighter as they lay there on the couch, Faith using Brian's chest as a pillow, her hand resting on his stomach. He smiled when her index finger twitched, indenting his muscle.
The morning was early, and Brian wasn't the least bit tired, unlike Faith, who had fallen asleep within ten minutes of his kisses.
Brian sighed contentedly and studied her features. His eyes followed every single detail, and his mind committed them to his memory. He wanted to remember this moment forever: lying on the couch with the woman he very possibly loved at 3 a.m. just cuddling, his dog curled up on her lap.
The very possibility that he did love Faith scared him-but he liked it. It was a wild feeling that throbbed in his stomach and claimed his thoughts. When he thought about it, he didn't want the feeling to ever end, and when he thought about that was when the pain started.
His eyes returned to Faith, and he smiled fondly. The hand that had rested on his stomach had worked its way up to his collarbone and he had somehow not noticed. Her closed eyelashes just barely kissed her cheeks, and he chuckled to himself when he felt jealous. He once again absently worked his fingers through the tendrils of her russet hair, and finally rested it there.
He craned his neck and kissed her forehead lightly, then rested his head
on the arm of the couch and closed his eyes. Soon he was in a tranquil, soothing
sleep, joining Faith in his dreams.
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