I woke up to start the day work. My skin was practically burning up. I felt like I was in an oven. I was being pressed into the bed by some unknown force.
I opened my eyes and I met with the rising
sun of the early morning.
I noticed I was wearing a sweater.
When on earth did I start wearing sweaters to
bed?
I tried to sit up but something was holding
me down. More like someone's arm.
I turned around and gasped as I saw William.
On my bed Sleeping. Oh my god!
He looked so beautiful. He was looking so
innocent that I wanted to kiss him right then
and there.
His eyebrows were relaxed and I noticed how
nicely shaped they are. His oh so long lashes.
How beautifully well defined his cheekbones
are sculpted and his pink lips that are slightly
parted. How I want to taste them ri
