I woke up the next morning with no regrets.
Dale was still asleep, giving me room to stare at the beauty he beheld.
I'd loved to do it in the past, and as it seemed, I still liked it now.
You couldn't blame me though, because he was just too handsome.
My eyes travelled his face, the perfection of his eyes, nose that look created specially for him.
His lips defined beauty, reminding me of how damn sweet it had tasted.
In fact, I found myself wanting to do that again.
And then I thought, what was the wrong in doing that? I mean, he was the same person digging himself into me all last night while I chanted his name like it was my favorite thing to say.
A smile crept up my lips remembering the scene. It 'had’ been my favorite thing last night.
"I like you admiring me." He spoke, eyes
