Light filters through my eyelids and I can feel the warmth of the morning sun on my skin.
I don't remember falling asleep but I am fully aware where I am and whose chest my head rests on.
Tingles dance across my skin as feather-like touches caress my skin. Thomas' thumb traces slowly over my eyebrows, skimming down my nose before moving over the curve of my lips.
His touch so soft, so gentle, like he is touching the worlds most expensive piece of art.
"So beautiful," his words barely a whisper but my stomach somersaults anyway.
His hand moves stray hair off the side of my face, his fingers tracing along my cheekbone until I feel a soft pair of lips against my forehead.
"I know you're awake," I want to pretend that I'm not.
I could just lay here and let his fingertips continue to
