I snagged my face more when I could feel sunlight peeping into the drapes. I winced and buried my face deeper until I couldn't go further anymore. I can hear a faint sound and I breathe in the familiar scent. It's an expensive perfume. My favourite scent. I'm struggling to open my eyes as I'm feeling so tired.
I slept too much and I'm still tired.
Hm? Is this his chest? It's quite wide. And hard. Well, he is fit and lean. I rubbed my eyes and stared at his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt a little but I can see how packed it is.
Wow.
I looked up to see if he was still asleep, and unbuttoned his shirt carefully. I gasped. I saw this body before but now I looked up close, it's perfect. Especially this abs. It's gorgeous.
I touched it with my slender fingers and I could feel him flinching over my touch so I looked up again. Is he awake?
But his eyes still shut tight. So I moved my fingers slowly and carefully not to wake him up. It's well defined. Did he work out? But I never see him do anything at all, he always sleeps, eats, works a little and sleeps again.
This is so beautiful. But why does he keep flinching? Does it hurt? I looked up again, his stay the same. Sleeping soundlessly.
I trailing his line with my finger and he furrowed his brow, flinching even more.
"Are you awake?" I poked with a smile. And he flickered his eyes open, looked down at me with dark eyes.
"What are you doing?" he asked with his husky morning voice. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me up so we were at the same eye level. "Good morning."
He smiled in amusement and gave me a peck.
"Morning."
"How are you feeling?" His finger stroked my face gently as his eyes seemed to be heavier. He must be half asleep. What a sleepy head.
"I'm tired. What about you?" he closed his eyes as he breathed softly.
"Sleepy." Well, he is not a morning person in the first place despite having to work early.
I stared at his face. He really is beautiful. He really does have long lashes. He has a dark circle under his eyes too. I rubbed his eye with my thumb and he hummed with a smile.
"Did you get enough sleep lately? You have eye bags." I asked.
"Hmm...I don't get any." he opened his eyes again.
"Why?" he pinched my nose before leaving a kiss traced on top of it. He is too closed, and smells divine. Meanwhile I probably smell disaster since I haven't taken a shower for four to five days straight, covered with sweat all night. I pushed him a little further but he pulled back in.
"Because I can't reach you. I stayed up all night and day. I think I will probably go crazy if you dump me. So don't leave me, and stay with me forever, Maddison." he took a deep breath as he locked his eyes on my lips. He rubbed them with his thumb before he continued to speak. "Can I ask you something, but if it's hard for you to answer it, you can just ignore me."
"Okay."
"Last night, you seemed to be having a nightmare. May I know what it is?"
I stared at him, still looking down at my lips. So I do the same. He has nice lips too with a pinkish colour, it's beautiful. It's not too plump and not too thin, it's just nice, and suits his face well.
"Hm?" he pulled me closer and twisted his body a little bit, now he is on top while I'm beneath him. His right arm snuck under my waist, and the other one held on the bed, so he didn't crash into me.
I almost forgot about the question. Now that he is this closed, he looks so much bigger than me, and with that unbutton shirt, he looks more...stunning.
"What will I get if I tell you that?" I asked him, as my fingers touched his beautiful well defined six pack. He flinched and groaned. And therefore, he gave me chills and somehow switched on something inside me, leaving me with a tingling feeling.
He chuckles, amused with my bold question.
"I don't know whether you are too innocent or you are playing feign ignorant to tease me this much." he whispered.
"Maybe both?" I tilted my head, causing him to let out another chuckle.
"Oh yeah? I see...then is there anything in your mind that you want?" he started to lean down and buried his face on my neck, dropping a smooched on it, trailing up to my jaw and stayed at my ear, nibbling into it.
"I have one..." I flinched as he started to lick my ear, the wet sounds gave me some sensation that I never had before, I'm kinda scared but I kinda like it too. It also gives me anxiety. What if I smell bad?
"Can you tell me?" he laughed softly and I think he's smirking too. He let out a soft groan as his right hand started to wander from my waist up and down.
"Umm...it's just a nightmare. Uhh...hold on, this is weird." My breath is getting heavier. He chuckled again, and raised his face from my side and looked down at me.
"What nightmare? If you don't mind, may I know?" He asked, flipping me over and now I'm on top of him. "Tell me, I won't do anything."
"Uh..er..can I at least have a shower first?" Or at this moment, I'll die because of my anxiety.
"You're trying to avoid the question, was it?"
"No!" I exclaimed. Damn it, why can't he understand. "I haven't showered for days , and you keep holding me closed." I rolled myself over and ran away to the bathroom.
Damn it! How can he smell just nice right after woke up! That perfume is surely supposed to be illegal.