Waking up with a man beside her for two consecutive mornings was not was she would have thought would happen to her on this trip. If you told her last week that she would be in this situation, she would have laughed at such an incredulous idea, thinking it was unlikely to happen.
But today, she was staring at the sleeping man beside her, careful not to wake him up. She was glad that this time, she woke up on her side of the bed, thankfully, not entwined with him. The previous mornings were embarrassing enough, and doing it for the third time would be too much.
He looked so adorable, sleeping soundlessly, she thought. She found herself staring at his face, his closed eyes, his patriarchal nose, and his kissable lips. It was indeed such soft lips, recalling vividly in her mind their most recent kiss.
