I walked closer to the bed, stopping right next to him as I stared into his face. Fast asleep, he looked so peaceful that one could have easily denied him being the same person who had earlier raised all the hair on my skin. My heart leaped in my chest and a strong urge overwhelmed me to take his face and run my fingers through it. I wanted to kiss his lips, his perfect sleeping eyes, his sharp jawline and every part of his toned body before soothing them with endless touches and caresses.
Why are my thoughts going haywire by just staring at his body? Why is my body aching for him? Why is my heart beating a million times more than it should?
My fingers brushed his cheekbone, so I couldn't resist, and I lowered myself onto the bed. My heart burnt like the flaming candlelight lighting up t
