Ninety-two

Andreas stood at the doorway, watching Rebecca sleep. He had to admit that he was mesmerized by her beauty. Her hair fell over the pillow, the sun danced across her skin, and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. He couldn't help but wonder what her dreams were like and if she would ever feel the same way about him.

He slowly walked towards the bed, trying not to wake her up. He sat on the edge and reached out to brush the hair from her face. She stirred but didn't wake up. Andreas couldn't help but smile.

He leaned in to kiss her forehead and whispered, "You're beautiful."

Rebecca's eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "What time is it?"

"Almost sunset," Andreas replied, pointing to the view outside the window.

Rebecca sat up, the sheet slipping from her body. Andreas couldn't help but admire her curves. She was beautiful, both inside and out. He felt grateful for the chance to get to know her and hoped that they could continue to build a meanin