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I sat up, looking around the room I was in, stretching. I had momentarily forgotten that I had fallen asleep with Alexander last night until I saw his sleeping form beside me. I cocked my head to the side, watching his back rise and fall steadily. His typically furrowed features were smoothed out as he dreamt, making him look ages younger. His dark blonde hair was smashed to the sides of his head, all but the hair that had been pushed to the front of his face, sticking out like blades of grass. I giggled lightly, twisting some of it up between my fingers.

I took the time to take in the things that I didn’t normally, his high arched eyebrows, sharp nose, and seemingly overgrown beard. Was he leaving it like that on purpose? I had come to know Alexander as someone who kept his beard short, not someone who let it get long. I noticed that he had flecks of darker brown in his beard and some