"I love the way you lock our hands; always being the dominant one."
...
Sunlight enters my eyes from the windows, and I groan when I try turning away from the source of light but find myself unable to move.
Opening my eyes against my will, I wake up with an arm snaked around me. Ayan's face is nestled into my shoulder and his arm lies around my waist, caging me in. My breath gets caught in my throat when my gaze falls on his sleeping face.
He's breathing softly in my face, his eyelashes are brushing against my cheek, and his hair is inches away from my face. He looks so peaceful and innocent - a stark image in comparison to how he is in reality - that I find myself smiling hugely. I push away the hair cascading over his eyes and let my hand stay there for more time than I would have preferred.
He stirs a little, slowly opening his eyes and blinking at me in confusion. So, I do the most reasonable thing that comes to mind.
