As I wake up I realise that I am not alone. Thomas is still in bed and as my eyes open and I see him, it takes me quite a lot to understand he was not asleep. His eyes were half open and he was staring up at the ceiling, an arm under his head and the other resting on his chest. He seems to be deeply lost into his thoughts and I take this chance to pull myself awake and admire his handsome face a little more.
His cheeks and jaw were covered in salt and pepper stubble that added depth to the sharp angles of his face and I can’t hold myself back from reaching my arm towards him. M/y fingers brush slowly over the stubble covered cheek and Thomas flinches lightly.
“I think you would look good with a beard.” I whisper as he turns to face me.
He seems bothered and unpleasantly surprised by the
