in the pre-dawn light of that morning , zach and becca lay together in his bed , both on their sides , zach behind with his arms around her , she cradling his hands with hers up under her breasts , clothed in their sleepwear , covered by zachs blankets , skin touching skin , cloth touching cloth , his lips on her hair , neither one awake or asleep , paused in their life , in their love , in their singular union , in this moment of perfection that would never fade or suffer decay .