I stirred a little, my eyes closing. It was not particularly bright in the room, but I could feel a hand on my waist, the only thing separating them was the thin silk material of the dress I had worn to the date last night.
Wait.
I opened my eyes slowly, then turned to my right. The room was lit in warm light, and I turned on my side. Carl was still peacefully asleep, his slow breathing talking in repeated rhythms.
Like someone possessed, I calmed and leaned towards him, my eyes taking in the contour of his face. I guess I had seen him sleep before, but each time, he had a small scowl, like he was about to wake up and send the world's population to a fiery pit.
Now, however, he was different. The creases in his brows smoothened, and his hair fell across his eyes. His shirt was still op
