Airin could count on one hand the number of times she went to sleep without having nightmares or any kind of dream at all. It was those kinds of nights that lead to brighter mornings and feelings of being well rested. Although, even after a good night's rest, could the... event of last night have been nothing more than a dream, Airin wondered.
It was a disheartening notion and Airin would be lying if she said she would prefer it to have been a dream. The thought had occurred more than once during the "dream" and honestly it was becoming the most likely option the more Airin thought about it. The one nagging detail that prevented her from accepting this conclusion was its overall vivid and tantalizing nature.
In the end, there was only one way to be sure. Airin willed her eyes open, gradually adjusting to the light of the morning sun pouring into the room. It's bright glow hurt her eyes but Airin could've sworn that the pile of blankets she'd been attempting to convince herself of being nothing than that was actually breathing.
Airin forced herself not to choke as her heart jumped straight to her throat the more her vision began to acclimate. Truly, there could not have been a more beautiful sight than that of the boy with an especially breathtaking expression of serenity. It was right here in this moment that it finally dawned upon Airin that last night was anything but a dream and, even more exhilarating still, this was the first time she had ever seen Devlyn so content. They were so close, with their arms laced around one another, and Airin could make out nearly every strand of the werewolf boy's hair (some of which were still coated in sweat from the night before). Airin raised her arm cautiously, ghosting over the select few locks draping in front of his face.
If there was any moment she would choose to relive later, this one would be one of the first few at the top of Airin's list without question.
