Caius softly closed the door behind him as he noticed she was asleep. The door made a soft click and she stirred, turning slightly, but Rose didn't wake up. It wasn't until she stopped moving again that he realized he had held his breath. He didn't know why he was being quiet.
He walked closer, and he could see Rose's face now. The candle that lay on the bedside table flickered as a light breeze came through the open window. The glow landed on her face, and Caius hovered as he stood beside the bed and just stared.
Her breathing was steady, her long lashes rested gently on her cheeks. Her red hair was spread all over the pillow, and there were a few strands on her face.
Caius moved before he thought about it. He sat on the bed and brushed the strands of hair away from her face. Her freckles littered her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Caius had to fight the urge to trace a finger over them or rub the back of his palm against the side of her face.
