Gwendolyn slept soundly— for the first time in months, she was able to sleep without the torment of nightmares. In fact, she slept without any dreams— pleasant or otherwise. It was a nice change.<br/><br/>It was the slight restlessness of the man next to her that eventually woke her the next morning. At first, she was confused at the feeling of arms around her. Her eyes blinked slowly open, and gave a sigh of relief when she realized that it was Cameron. It was then that she remembered all that had transpired between them; their night of reckless passion, her admittance of love. Too sleep addled to feel bashful about it, she smiled instead when she caught his eyes.<br/><br/>“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”