Sitting up with a groan, Alistair opened his sleepy eyes, blinking a few times as he looked around the room the memories of Last night running through his mind.
Bringing his attention to the sleeping form of Allison whose Blonde silvered hair flowed down her waist with some strands covering her Face.
He exhaled deeply at the ethereal beauty beholding his sight, his hands itching so badly that he wants nothing but to run his hands through her hair.
Deciding to try his luck with his best Ability to not wake up the Sleeping Angel. Alistair stretched out His hands slowly in Attempts to run it through her hair in the most discreet way, but soon withdrew the Out stretch hand because of his lack of courage.
He exhaled deeply repeating the same action only to stop midway out of Fear and un
