I have never been a morning person. But I woke up today quite early and full of life. I guess I owe it all to the man laying next to me, who's holding on to me so tight in his sleep like he was afriad I'll disappear
Looking back at last night events, right from the incident at the bar, to the roller coaster ride of emotion and drama with him and finally down to this moment of having the opportunity to observe his beautiful features while he's asleep, I guess I didn't miss out on much last night. I had my own private date night in a sort of twisted way.
I find my self tracing the line of his face. He looked so peaceful while asleep. Unlike how he was a few hours before.
His lips were slightly parted and all traces of worry lines fadaded. With perfectly arched brows , long lashes, jet bla
