The night passed by slowly, and the two people on the bed lay encoiled with each other.
Christopher gazed at Natalia's soft and flushed sleeping face in his arms, a soft smile came to his lips.
This, for him, was an unforgettable night. Every moment, every breath, every touch—though with the inexperience of youth—were moments he would never ever forget.
She stirred in her sleep, then her eyes slowly opened to look up at him. A soft smile curled her lips as she reached her hand to caress his face again.
"Angel..." she suddenly muttered.
"What?" he asked.
With a smile, she stared at him. "You look so beautiful, like an angel," she murmured sleepily, her hands trailing down from the bridge of his straight nose to his soft lips.
"You should never hide a face that looks this good," she muttered again.
Christopher scooched her closer, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "If you like how I look, then from now on, it's only for you. If you want, I can belong to you completely."
