The next morning, I awake with a grunt, the sunlight streaming in through the windows, blinding me. There is a heavy presence on my lower stomach, which I choose to ignore and bring my hands up over my head, stretching. Looking down, I notice the strong muscular arm wrapped around my torso and widen my eyes, as the sparks dance through my body. Shaking my head, I sit up in bed and try to get up, but with every move his arm only tightens. I look up at Alex’s face and lay back down onto the bed. I take in his dark brown hair that is now flopped over into his eyes and his lower lip softly jutting out, almost in a pout. In all honesty, he looks……. adorable like this, relaxed, vulnerable. I would like nothing more than to lean forward and take his bottom lip between my teeth. I decide to stay i
