I woke up this morning in Mark's arms, and put my arm out infront of me. I looked at it and realised how pretty my wrists are. Just looking at them, as they were in the sunlight as it streamed in through the blinds I told Mark what I was thinking, that my wrists were pretty, and he replied with the words
There's not a part of you that isn't.
What a lovely morning, just lying there together until we really had to get up.