He won’t notice me since he’s asleep, she thought as she adjusted her hold on the camcorder and slowly lowered herself to her knees. The gradual rise and fall of his chest assured her that even with all the noise she had caused, fumbling in the closet, that he had not been roused.
Yet for as convinced as she was, switching angles and sniggering to herself, she gasped when suddenly his eyelids fluttered open. Those green irises focused on her as a ghost of a smile curled up on his lips. However, surprise soon took over as he mumbled, “What are you doing…?” He still sounded groggy.
"I, um…" she struggled for an explanation. "Your face… when you’re sleeping…."
All of a sudden he reached for her wrist. In one swift motion she found herself drawn against his chest, the camcorder falling against the mattress. At first she thought to pull away but as soon as he nuzzled into her neck, she found her resolve melting.
"So warm," he muttered quietly. The warmth of his breath, moist against her skin, sent a chill down her spine.
From her angle, it was difficult to tell, but he seemed content to fall back asleep. A smile tugged at her lips as she lifted a hand and gently stroked his head, the silky strands of his hair gliding between her fingers.
This - this was true happiness.