He looked so beautiful and harmless as he slept. I had woken up earlier than him and had been staring at him for the past thirty minutes, mesmerized.
He looked so peaceful, a lock of his dark hair falling over his eyes. I slowly raised my hand and lightly brushed the strand away. I leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and was about to slide out of the bed when he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I gasped, shocked. Was he awake all this time?
“Stay,” he murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep deep, it sent a sharp shiver down my spine. His eyes were still closed.
I chuckled softly, a giddy warmth spreading through my chest, and immediately snuggled back into him. His powerful arm went around me, holding me tightly against his warm, bare chest.
“How long have you been awake
