(Back To Mirabela's POV)
When I awoke the next morning, I stretched my arms with a gentle groan leaving my lips. I was shocked to feel him still beside me asleep. He was snoring away soundly. I smiled, turning on my side as I watched him sleep.
The many scars on his bare chest were visible to me. I reached forward and gently traced them, wondering where he had gotten them from, or should I say who gave them to him.
He seemed to be woken by my touch as he smirked but kept his eyes closed.
"Your hands are always cold against my warm body." He said huskily.
I couldn't help but blush at his deep voice in the morning as I chuckled.
"I've been told that allot, though.. It seems to not bother you much as your eyes are still shut," I commented.
He smirked.
"Because I like to stay awake and
