He stared at the ceiling of the bedroom, you lay on his chest with your head on his shoulder, a hand on the back of your head and the other on your back as he tentatively held you against himself. The atmosphere of the room, the memory of the night prior and the warmth of your body was...peaceful. It was foreign but not unpleasant as he cautiously kissed your neck. While he was enjoying this, he felt he didn't deserve it. Like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and to ruin his bliss