She didn't want to, but knew that holding on to him like this would not lead to anything good so she tried to untangle her limbs from his. Her jerky movements broke his sleep and he turned to her with soft eyes. The chocolate of his eyes were charismatic and clear like the reflection of her mother's tea. His skin was even more perfect and poreless like she was staring at the airbrushed face on a fashion magazine. To be so close, was as if she had been punched in the gut.
Her heart skipped a beat as she meet his gaze. He looked like a skilled martial general who had been cornered by an assassin and was waiting for the right moment to strike to make his escape. Then his eyes soften inexplicably and she felt like a small child crested in his lap -- the apple of his eyes. The strange emotions made her wonder . . . what from last night could cause this?
His tone was like the rustle of leaves as his eyes focused on her. "You have returned to your senses, have you?"
