Scarlett
I never thought I’d say this but watching Alex sleep was an experience. His angular face was relaxed, his jaw wasn’t grinding like he was a second away from killing someone now as he was sleeping. His dark lashes made shadows across his cheeks. His forehead was smooth, with the smattering of his dark wayward locks. I inched a little upward and his hand fell from my back with the movement. For a second I thought he’d wake up but he seemed to be sleeping like a dead. My fingers hovered over his face, I so wanted to touch his scar… Soothe the hurt, but his brows furrowed as if even in his sleep he could read my mind. I sighed and pulled them back only to lean up and kiss his chin. He didn’t wake up and I smiled to myself. It was bizarre to watch him sleep, because it seemed a mundan
