Reaching him I couldn’t help but stare as I stood in front of him, my eyes taking in how unguarded he seemed in his sleep as his large muscular form seemed to be crammed uncomfortably on the couch. I didn’t know why he let me have his bed for the night when he clearly needed it, I wouldn’t have minded sleeping on the sofa since it would have been a luxury compared to the blanket I had at home. I wanted to scoff at the thought, that place was never my home.
I suddenly found myself having to fight the urge to run my fingers through his hair, taking note that while I had thought it was pitch black before it was actually a very dark brown. I couldn’t help but let my gaze soften as I simply stood in front of him, letting my eyes take in the pair of silk pyjama bottoms he had on and a shirt. Wh
