Chance Encounters

3.7

"Sweetheart" I heard a low raspy voice say into my ear, the feeling of plump lips attaching to my cheek quickly following it as I felt strong warm arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to them. I opened my eyes slowly, looking down at the tattooed hands that were resting gently on my stomach on top of the fabric of his shirt that he slid on me last night. I glanced over at the clock hoping that time somehow decided to freeze itself, my eyes fluttering closed as I let out a loud sigh when I realized it had carried on its normal operation, thus pushing the hours closer and closer to the time he would have to leave me.

"Sweetheart, I know it's early and I promise to come and lay back down with you after, but come with me" he said quietly, his lips pressing softly against my cheek again as he pushed himself up from his position beside me, sliding his body easily from between the sheets.

He walked over to me moments later, his waist serving as the perfect resting place for his black joggers and his Prescott jersey covering the top half of his body. He slowly moved the heavy duvet cover from its resting place on top of my tiny body as he slid his arms underneath me, easily lifting me up.

"Baby, where are we going?" I laughed quietly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I rested my head on his shoulder, my eyes threatening to drift closed as he started heading towards the back patio door of his room. He walked me through the door carefully setting me down on the wicker couch that sat up against the wall, my legs coming up to my chest as I desperately tried to shield out the chill that was hanging heavily in the air.

"Hold on lil miss, I'll be right back" he laughed, heading back inside only to appear moments later with a fluffy Dallas Cowboys blanket. He had it wrapped around his body as he made his way over towards the couch, falling gently into the plush cushions. He extended his right arm, the blanket following it like a cape as I snuggled into his side, his left arm coming around to meet his right as he completely enveloped me inside the warmth of the fuzzy blanket, his body being an extra benefit.

"What are we doing out here baby?" I asked him through a long yawn, my head resting back on his shoulder as his lips pressed softly into my brown roots, the action causing a small smile to spread across my lips as my eyes fell closed-a reaction both towards the feeling of his lips on my body as well as being tired-and his cheek resting on the top of my head.

"So" he said, a small yawn escaping between his words before he was able to continue. "I absolutely love watching the sunrise lil miss. When I am on tour I try to do it as much as I possibly can. It sort of brings me peace and I love the calm it creates and the fact that no sunrise will ever be the same" he said.

"I took you as more of a sunset kinda guy" I giggled, his chest humming with amusement as he lifted his head to put another small kiss into my hair, resting it down again moments later.

"I can take a good sunset too, but there is just something about the sunrise. Maybe it's because I can never sleep and I'm always awake to see them" he said, his shoulders shrugging as I started to see the sky light up just slightly as he pulled me closer to his body. "But I've never shared them with anyone, it's always just been myself sitting somewhere with a cigarette as I watched the earth signal the start of a new day" he said, almost as if watching the sunrise was his form of solitude, something that he did as a way to reconnect with himself and give himself a fresh start, clearing his mind of everything bad that happened the day before.

"So, why are you sharing it with me now?" I asked him curiously, wondering what he felt that made him want to share something that seemed so personally intimate to him with me.

He was quiet for a moment, the silence not something that was heavy but rather a light feeling that was hanging in the intimate moment, the blanket that shielded us parting just slightly as he pulled his right arm back so his hand could easily float up and down my arm, the friction of it causing a series of small goosebumps to pop up on every inch of my skin as I relaxed further into his side.