When I open my eyes in the morning, he was already up. Leaning on the headboard, with the duvet covering half of his body while another exposed for exhibition, he's totally absorbed with his phone for the fact I've been watching him for a few minutes now.
I've seen his morning hair before and think he's f*****g hot and sexy with the abs lining up at the front. But today, to see how chaotic his not-too-short-yet-not-too-long hair with that serious facial expression, oh my. He sure looked extra hot and sexy. Dreamy indeed.
Without saying anything I curl my right arm around his middle as I hide my face between the pillow and the right side of his body, just inches to where his kidney is.
"Hey," the warm tone greets me, "Good morning to you too."
I unhide my face and grin at him, "No break
