The morning sun brushed her skin as she stirred. She woke up forgetting that he had slept in with her, looking around to register the hard and hairy chest she had her head on, the rhythmical and steady beating of his heart. She was afraid to look at his face despite the fact that she could feel the strong urge to do so, she did not want to happen upon him gazing at her. Was this man for real, that he would date her, it was too much for her. He could get any kind of woman he wanted, top and classy ladies but yet he chose her amongst others, she wondered. Probably he was only playing with her and needed a play mate but a part of her did not mind the games, just to be called his own for once in her life was more than enough for her.
Yesterday she was crying, today she would smile even if th
