"Bucket list number four. Don't say I never gave you anything," I teased. Rachel managed to yawn and laugh at the same time.
"Bucket list number four," she murmured sleepily. "It was perfect." She blinked up at me, her blue eyes a little sad. "I wish we could stay here forever."
My chest squeezed.
"Me too, princess." I gave her another kiss, the softest of the night, and tried to etch the taste and feel of her in my memory. After she drifted off, I sat and watched her sleep for a while, feeling like a total creep but unable to look away.
Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, and she had a small smile on her face. She looked more content than she had in weeks, and I wished I had the power to make the moment last forever like she wanted. If we do this, it stays here.
