My eyes squinted as the smell of smoke reached my nose, sending alarm bells ringing in my head. I jumped up, my eyes wide. Turns out the fire that we had left burning last night had been quenched by the morning breeze.
I sighed, falling back into the bed, my eyes closing as I brought my hand to my forehead. Zidane was right. I was a little too jumpy.
I slowly turned to him. He was peacefully asleep, his hand still stretched out for me, his other hand now supporting his chin in a cute, childlike manner.
I broke into a small smile as I turned fully to watch him, my eyes roaming around his face, taking in the tiniest details. It was one thing I didn't think I would ever be bored with.
Suddenly, his lashes moved, and I swallowed hard, my brows furrowing. There was a small broken lash on hi
