I knew it was creepy to stare at her, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t get up either since she was wrapped around me. Her hand was on my stomach, her face buried on my side and her right leg was draped over my two legs. So all I could do was stare at her, listen to her soft snores which I found oddly adorable.
Her beauty was obvious, in the curves of her body or the contours of her face, it was obvious with the way she held herself, in her poise and stature but there was something about her beauty that you’d think it was hidden, the way she acted, the way she blushed at compliments, or the way she’d hide her face in her hair when she was smiling from ear to ear.
I heard her groan for a moment and I kept still and then finally, she yawned and she slowly opened her eyes. She furrowed her
