There was a warm hand draped around my waist when I woke up.
Groggily cracking one eye open, I found Zephyr fast asleep, lying face down on the bed. His dark hair fell messily over his eyes, and one arm was slung lazily across me. The sheets barely covered his lower half, hanging awkwardly over his waist, exposing part of his thick, muscular thigh.
The whole posture was so careless… so lazy and yet deeply satisfying to watch.
His forehead, usually drawn together in a frown or showing no emotions at all, was smooth. He looked peaceful.
I carefully turned onto my side, making sure not to move his hand, and stared at him.
As the memories of last night rushed in, a slow, timid smile found its way across my face.
I realized I was wearing Zeph's sleep shirt, and that he must've dressed me
