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Saul and Farah lay together as Saul drifted into sleep. He hugged Farah's back to his chest, and she subconsciously matched her breathing to his. They were a perfect pair in every way – matching and canceling each other out in just the right places.
In the dead of the night, Farah's eyes opened, and for a moment, she was unsure of where she was. Then she smelled the familiar scents of peppermint and wood and felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her midsection. She smiled and turned her head so Saul's warm exhales landed on her cheek. She didn't want to wake him, but as she shifted around, his eyes fluttered open. He sat bolt upright and looked down at her, his eyes shining with joy. "Farah?! You're awake."
"Obviously, darling," she replied with a smile, rolling onto her back.
Excitement bubbled up in Saul, and he bent over to kiss her lightly. Farah reached up to cup his face and smiled into the kiss.
Saul broke away for a moment. "I missed you."
"I love you," Farah murmured and drew him down in for another kiss. Saul happily obliged, and after a few moments, their sweet reunion came to a close as Farah murmured, "We should be getting back to sleep."
He sighed. "You're right." He laid down beside her again, and she curled against him, laying her head on his chest. After a few moments, Farah felt his breathing become deep and even, signaling he had fallen asleep. She smiled, closed her eyes, breathed in his scent, and fell back asleep until the sun's morning rays slanted through the window and lit up the darkened room.