Josh was awakened by the rocking motion of his mattress. Still half asleep he realized the cause of his awakening: Emma struggled restless on her side of the bed, immersed in what seemed like a terrible nightmare.
- No... No... - She moaned softly, between her twists and turns. - Let him go. – She said louder. - Josh ...
Josh's heart beat wildly, both swollen with pride to have someone in his life who cared enough about him to have nightmares about his misfortune, but also stressed over his main instinct that had become to pull her out of that terror. Turning on himself, he got his arm over the covers and pulled her toward him, leaning her back to his chest and letting the brown rebel curls dance in front of his nose.
Berries, he thought as he sank unconscious at that chocolate colored sea, until his chin found a place next to her ear. He counted the time by the lazy circles that he began to draw with his fingers in warm skin of her belly. Patterns of calm, security and love.
Her breathing returned to stay calm and deep, and her body lost the tension slowly, becoming heavy and relaxed against his. The safety of the moment began to pack it, taking him little by little to the land of dreams.
Not even a police horn buzzing on the street stole the safety of sleep in which he fell, but a deeper breath from her and his eyes were instantly opened.
It was as if they were connected by an invisible line.
- Josh, you are breathing into my ear - she said in a sweet and sleepy whisper. It was not a complaint, but rather a sign that she was there with him, awake. Oh god, she has me tied up around her little finger.
- And you were rolling around in bed, as if the mattress was on fire - he replied, as if that were enough to justify its current position. Apparently it was, because she turned to him, and supporting hands lightly on his bare chest, stood gazing at him with such adoration that it was as if his eyes were beaming, even in darkness.
- Thank you - she whispered, leaning her head to his chest, close to her hands. With a hand stuck underneath her body, he lifted his only free hand to ward off unruly hair that was doing his nose itch.
- At your orders at any time of day or night - he said against her temple, after blowing a quick kiss against her hair.
- Jesus ... Josh! - She said with a tone that was both fun and extremely reproachful – Can't you leave Marketing out of this bed? - She replied giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.
- No, no, no ... - He said, holding her chin and pulling it up, near his reach - The only thing that ever gonna be in this bed apart from you ... - And before he finish it, he gently captured her lips with his. – Is me. - And freed her, but she did not move an inch to go. - And now I think we should sleep.
- So tomorrow we finish our mature business - she said delineating the line of his jaw with her fingertip. He swallowed. - Like making a full breakfast with everything you need for a perfect day: pancakes, fruit, fresh coffee ... - Completed her while playing with the lobe of his ear.
- If this is what you want then you are sending all the wrong signals, my love - he moaned, helpless to stop any of her movement.
- Am I? - She declared, laughing.
Like an acrobat, she turned toward him, placing one leg on each side of his waist. With a gesture quite fluid for those just waking up, Emma leaned over him, and stretching her body over his, reached the alarm over the bedside table and turned it so that he could also read the time.
4:23.
both the watch and her seemed to laugh at him, and he also could not help but laugh at himself as he leaned forward to kiss that smile of victory of her face.











