93 The Pleasant Smell Of Jasmine

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Just as the first light of the morning was making its way through his window, Stephen started to wake up. His head rolled from one side to the other on his pillow, and he stretched his legs that were so carefully wrapped underneath his blanket. Turning his back to the light of the sun, he attempted to salvage was left of his peaceful sleeping.

For the second night in a row, he had a dreamless slumber. With the way his dreams had been for the past couple months, that was a much welcomed development. He laid there, enjoying the warmth that seemed to surround him, and kept his eyes closed. Why bother to open his eyes and admit that is sleep was over?

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As soon as he had turned over, a soft, pleasing scent began to drift into his senses. The smell of jasmine. That could only mean one thing.

Stephen's eyes popped open, and he cast his gaze upon a still sleeping Grace. She was curled towards him, her body facing his, and her luscious light brown hair delicately wrapped around her pillow. She had her own blanket pulled up tight against her chin, and half of Stephen's wrapped around her body.

He couldn't help but smile. She looked so angelic laying there, oblivious to the world. He carefully slid his arm underneath of her, and pulled her closer to him. She gave a subtle moan of approval, and pressed her body against his. Now that his face was lined up with hers, Stephen placed a gentle kiss to her forehead.@@