Dani didn’t use the word perfection lightly. She did in her younger years, when laughter was abundant and nothing seemed to end. But as she grew it became a less and less frequent part of her vocabulary, blotched out by too- obvious flaws and sharp pains - both emotional and physical. And as she lay there with Cavan, staring at the dust moats as they lazily made their way across the room, balancing on the line between morning haze and sharp alertness, she couldn’t allow herself to deem the moment perfect.
It wasn’t Cavan, his finger lightly touching her back, nor was it Kathy, her presence felt even now. No, Dani couldn’t help but blame herself for dampening the magic. After all, it was her mind that harbored the worry, that was in a state of constant scolding, it was her mind that did the blaming.
Due to this, a small part of Dani was grateful when Cavan suggested breakfast. Breakfast was a lighter activity, with a little bit more energy and a lot more conversation. Even though she loved the warmth of Cavan’s body, and the comfort of the bed, the almost perfection of the situation would pester Dani until they got up.
Cavan shifted first, bold enough to do that, he lingered only a moment, kissing the place beneath her ear, connecting it to her collar bone in a row of gentle presses of lips to morning warmed skin. He pulled himself up and away from her, shifting from the warm safety of the sheets to tug on a pair of well worn jeans and t-shirt.
“I’ll go put the coffee on.” He said to Dani as he moved to the door taking one final glance at her before he headed for the kitchen. She was so beautiful, she didn’t deserve what he put her through.