{ Random Acts }

The early morning sun was streaming in through the window, the curtains still open from the night before to invite in the cool air after a day so hot it had felt as if every motion created sweat and weariness in its wake. Some time after midnight, it had chilled to the point Abigail had woken up pressed up tightly against Joji and shivering just a little beneath the blanket she realized he must have dragged over her while she slept. 

Now, she found herself lazing in the sun and enjoying the warmth as it spread along her shoulders, watching her lover as he pressed kisses against the marks that had tormented her so deeply, before his gaze had found them. She saw them differently now – covered as they were in his touch, healed again and again by the certainty of his kisses. 

It was hard to hate anything he could love so steadily – and there was never a doubt in her, about his feelings toward them. That they were a part of the whole of her made them as worthy of his affections as anything else that made up who she was – and he didn’t have to tell her for her to learn and accept that to be true. He showed her, each and every day, ways to see the world through his eyes – and the more she looked, the more she found she could find the truth and the lies. 

His hair brushed over her knee then, and a soft laugh escaped her at the sensation – ticklish as ever – as she reached down and gripped his shoulder, encouraging him to join her at the top of the bed. She had work soon enough, and she wanted to spend as much of her early morning in his arms as she could get away with.