When morning came my hips were sore again, but I felt like I was floating. A strong arm was wrapped around the lower part of stomach, flipping around I stared at his sleeping face.
It was the first time I’d gotten such a good look at him and I studied everything. Engraving the sharp lines of his jaw into my memory, the way his long lashes lay against his cheeks, the faint scar that rested at the base of his nose, the way his silver locks fell against his forehead—I could have been there for hours.
“You snore when you sleep.”
I almost fell out of bed when his eyes shot open, his grip on my waist tightened. He smiled lazily and it was like someone had punched me in the gut.
“Good morning.”
“G-good morning!” His change in demeanor was unimaginable, his hand drew circles against me rememb
