In the morning, when Olivia woke up, she had expected Morgan to be out of the bed already. But when she turned around, her hand accidentally hit his chest, making her jump up in shock.
She paused for some seconds, waiting for him to get up and then spout nonsense. But it seemed to be her imagination, because Morgan didn't move or talk more than waking up.
Olivia adjusted her position so she could have more of a view of his face.
Even in his sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed. His extremely gorgeous and flawless face with sharp features, exuding an aura of manliness and elegance.
Olivia's fingers twitched to pinch his face, he was so handsome that she wanted to leave a mark on his face.
"Are you just going to keep staring at me?" Morgan's deep voice groaned, as he shot
