Francine's POV
She awoke when rays of sunlight streamed through a tiny gap in the curtains and shone down on Dave's handsome face. She watched as he slept, admiring the contours of his face, the sharp cut of his jaw, and his plush pink lips that looked perfect for kissing.
"Do you have any idea how creepy it is to watch me when you think I'm asleep?" Dave asked without opening his eyes, his voice thick and husky from sleep.
"I wasn't watching you," she lied blatantly.
"So what were you doing?" He asked, rolling onto his side and propping his face up on his elbow, slowly opening his eyes to look at her.
"I was admiring the sunlight on your handsome face if you must know. Are you saying you never look at me when I'm sleeping? Or you think I'm sleeping... maybe when I kicked the covers o
