Astrid liked the warmth Ace provided with his hug, so she snuggled closer albeit wide awake. She traced her fingers lightly starting from his eyes, moving towards his chest. Even his dishevelled hair looked sexy, parts of it falling over his forehead. She could not help admiring his tattoos. They were like painting, beautiful against his fair skin. She wondered if it hurt because hers seem to appear magically.
With that thought she moved away, careful not to wake him up and showered, wearing a tank top and shorts again.
