Waking up next to Drey, with his arms around me would always be the best feeling to start my day, no matter how many times I had to go through it. His sleepy breath was warm on my neck, yet it sent tingles of shivers down my spine.
I turned around carefully, making sure not to wake him. He always got to wake up before me, and I was desperate to see what he looked like when he slept. And I got the answer—breathtakingly peaceful. The sight of him sleeping was so beautiful, I almost had the breath knocked out from my lungs.
Even in his sleep, he had his hand wrapped around me, unwilling to let go of me in his subconscious state. I dug my hand in his thick curls, caressing his baby hairs softly, and pressed the lightest kiss on the light stubble growing on his chin.
I placed a hand on h
