Stan watched Sophie sleep for a while longer than he probably should have.
She was curled against him, one arm draped loosely across his chest, her breathing slow and even, her face soft and unguarded in a way he'd never seen during the day.
A strand of dark hair had fallen across her cheek. He reached over and gently brushed it aside with his thumb, then, before he could talk himself out of it, leaned down and pressed a quiet kiss to her lips.
Sophie's eyes fluttered open.
For a moment, she was still half-asleep, her gaze hazy and unfocused.
Then she registered what was happening, and instead of pulling away, she tilted her chin upward and kissed him back, softly, slowly, with the drowsy warmth of someone who wasn't fully awake but knew exactly what she wanted.
It caught him off guard. He'd expected her to stir, maybe murmur something. Not that.
He pulled back gently. Sophie's eyes drifted half-closed again, a small, satisfied smile settling on her lips.
