TWENTY ONE****
Aaliyah slowly opened her eyes to find that she was wrapped up in Devonte's strong embrace. His grip on her was so tight. It was like he was scared that she'd escape as he slept.
She studied his features well, carefully,like she mostly did when she found him asleep.
She realized his beard was growing as he'd probably refused to shave it. She liked it either way.
She traced his face with her finger tips. His mouth; she liked how pink they were especially after every kiss, his chiseled jaws; how they clenched whenever he saw something he didn't like or when he was tense. His eyelashes. She passed the finger tips over the stubble she loved to see move and brought her fingers back up to his lips.
His grip got tighter on her waist and she was going to remove her fingers but
