" Those nights,” he whispered, “when you lay beside me and finally drifted off to sleep, your face was so peaceful… so incredibly beautiful and I had to wonder who gave you that spray of freckles across the bridge of your nose. I watched you sleep, and felt your breath blowing across my skin like the softest touch… I wish like hell I could kill the bastard that left you so traumatized. But do you know the worst part? I often hope your dream returns just so I can feel you against me again. We have a connection, and I can’t ignore it, and I don’t want to. "
― Loni Flowers , Witness to my Heart