Hopeless-Twihard

     I awoke the next morning feeling very happy, the sun shining bright through the small window above the bed.  Rolling over, I placed my head on Christian's bare chest and just listened to his heart beating, remaining quiet so that I wouldn't wake him.     A few minutes later, I felt him stir, and then he said, "You awake?"     "Yeah."     "'Morning."     "Good morning," I returned.     "How'd you sleep?" he muttered, putting his hand on my back.     "Fine.  You?" I asked.  But, after minutes had passed and he still hadn't answered, I realized he'd gone back to sleep.  "Christian?"     "Huh?"     "I love you," I said, snugg