Victoria's p.o.v.:
"Love, wake up."
"Victoria, it's five already.", whispered Alexander, very close to my left ear, making me feel things. I could feel his warm minty breath on my neck as I opened my eyes and turned towards him.
Goodness, was he beautiful? I know it might sound feminine, but handsome is a shallow word for his deep, striking features. His eyes held a spark of affection, and conflict? His jet black curls were flaunting over his forehead, bouncing here and there.
"Give me five minutes.", I requested, closing my eyes again, feeling blood rush to my cheeks. We were on the same bed, with one of his hands on my waist.
We weren't really cuddling, we were just comfortable in our own spaces, but, with each other's warm and affectionate intrusions to our comfort zones. Just the
