At a Loss for Words

London: I stared at her, running my eyes down the length of her relaxed body. She looked so fucking peaceful, it was almost infectious. The dull marks of my fingers digging into her skin and her hickies glowed on her skin, making an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction and pride sit in my heart. I gawked at me, hand wrapped around her, keeping her against my skin, and swallowed with a deep sigh. I had no idea why I had ended up cuddling her after I had tired her out, nor why having her so close to me infected me with her peace. I was at a loss for words to explain why I had no nightmares last night. For the first time in a long while, I felt the wolfsbane in my system as unneeded because I felt so much peace last night that it scared me. It felt too good to be true. The dream I had yesterday intensified my fear even further. In it, I saw a little boy and girl, including her, and we sat in the green grass, staring at the sun set with our hands intertwined, her head on my shoulder, and t