Tally
Sunlight pierced through the tiny slit in the curtains and directly onto my face. I groaned. I was lying on top of Ambrose, his arms wrapped around me, so I didn’t fall off of him. Even in my sleep, he protected me and I smiled. I turned my head and laid my chin on my arms as I looked up at him. He was so f*cking gorgeous. His mop of his dark pumpkin-colored curls, his red scruff, his full bottom lip that I just wanted to bite into. At twenty-eight, his skin was still youthful, except for a line between his eyes, from his intimidating scowls. He looked almost boyish, until he locked his eyes on you. If he likes you, they sparkle. I don’t think he knows that, but if he didn’t they could look deadly.
I had only seen that during the fight in Vegas. I remembered thinking how f*c
