Maya's Pov
If a hangover was torture then this was definitely hell. I woke up to a searing headache wishing nothing else than to go back to sleep but the sunlight filtering through the honey coloured polka-dotted curtain had another plan in mind
I shielded my eyes from the blinding rays, stretched and turned only to have my line of sight of focused on a perfectly poised body sipping a cup of coffee quietly with his eyes glued to the screen of his tablet.
His long lean fingers carried his cup of coffee with captivating elegancy to his lips as he gently sipped on his drink oblivious to the stare he was receiving. His skin shimmered under the sunlight making him look like a bodhsahivitte radiating in all his glory.
His movements were carried with so much grace that I wouldn't help but wonder if he's part of royalty.
So entranced was I by this captivating moment that I was scared out of my wits when a deep baritone spoke out.
"Stared enough? "
