After last night's confession and a kiss that had literally made me feel like I was gonna get combust, we kissed again. And again, and again until we satisfied ourselves and doze off to sleep.
When I woke up, I was in a complete comfort. It feels like I was meant to wake up in his arms like this.
I looked up at his sleeping face. He looked like an archangel. His blonde hair disheveled, his lips slightly parted.
My heartbeat quicken at the sight of him beside me. His arms suddenly tightened around my waist and his eyes opened. And suddenly, I feel like drowning in his deep eyes, all coherent thoughts gone. All I could think is how amazingly blue his eyes were.
"Good morning," he said, his voice gruff from sleep. His just-woke up-voice is so sexy. I could barely muster a response.
"Good
