Tessa
I shift myself a bit to extract myself from him but his hand doesn't slip off, instead, it balances properly on me.
I exhale as my eyes drift to his golden hair. I’ve never noticed it this closely before. Wow, it looks so soft and tender like he conditions it every morning.
I bet he does. Gene cannot give anyone such perfect wavy hair. My gaze remains on his hair as my hand moves instinctively to his tousled hair.
My fingers sink into his hair, brushing through it in a gentle motion like I am soothing a restless child to sleep.
I smile.
His arm tightens around my waist and my heart skips a beat. I freeze, my hand still in his hair, heart slamming violently against my ribs.
“Mater…” he whispered, his eyes still closed.
*****
Morning light creeps into the room, affecting my ey
