The next day when I woke up, I was lying on Leonardo's chest; he was still sleeping very comfortably.
How was it possible that he still looked so damn attractive even when he was sleeping?
I settled myself better on his chest, so I could see him better, brushed back some of his unruly hair, and rested my chin on his chest to keep looking at him.
I noticed that he had a few moles on his face, and I began to trace a path with my fingers over all of them.
"Why are you staring at me so much?" Leonardo said in his husky voice.
"Can't I?" I asked.
He opened his blue eyes and looked at me, gave me a half-smile and a kiss on the forehead, then hugged me, and we stayed like that, sleeping for a few more minutes.
"We have to get up; our flight is scheduled for 1:00 p.m.," Leonardo said, stil
