I am not sure if I had an hour or two of sleep when my eyes flew opened to the blaring sound of my ringtone and I grunt in annoyance, brushing my hair out of my face as I tried to stand up completely oblivious to my surrounding until a weight pulled me back on the bed.
I looked down to see Reilly's head resting on my arm, his hands folded against his chest as he curled into me and I lean into him, unable to stop myself as I run my fingers through his hair.
Brushing the locks backward to expose the face that had me captivated and lost in sinful desires for his body.
He looked so peaceful sleeping and pretty; the bangs covering his face half the time prevented me from seeing how long his eyelash were; is it even normal for a boy to look this pretty with such long lashes? It's unusual,
