Luna
The ghosting glides of fingers that trailed down my skin broke the spell of sleep as my mind gained consciousness again. The ghosting smooth glides traveled from the side of my cheek, then to the side of my jaw, neck, and shoulders, painfully slow as goosebumps erected on my skin, a shiver running down my spine. My eyes are still closed, and my head hurts in a rhythmic pound, not too unbearable but discomforting. Nausea hits my system, and the feeling of being sick consumes me, I would have definitely thrown up the contents of my stomach if I had eaten something last night. I felt soft breath hitting my forehead, indicating that I was inches away from him. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking multiple times to adjust to the soft lumination of the room, not too bright but not too dim.
