Amnesia plot - Sleeping Beauty wakes

It had been a long night, but not in a bad way. Bella had fallen asleep almost immediately and had been sleeping peacefully ever since. At first I had contented myself with holding her hand, but once I was certain she was sleeping soundly, I couldn't resist the opportunity to stretch out next to her, one arm around her waist. I'd spent so many nights like this, watching her sleep, and yet I didn't think I would ever get enough of it. It was probably crossing a line, and certainly not the perfect gentleman I'd promised to be, but hopefully she would forgive me if I didn't manage to slip away again before she woke.

The day was starting to lighten the sky outside the window, and my eyes felt scratchy and dry with my own lack of sleep, but I wasn't willing to miss a moment of this. I watched her face as the morning light grew stronger, lingering on every detail even though I'd committed them all to memory long ago. I didn't know when or if I would have another chance like this.