Hazel couldn't figure out how many blue moons that Micah had spent without getting any sleep, because right now he was no different from a dead log. He was like someone who had done heavy physical labor and only now got some rest.
The problem was; Micah was sleeping on her lap and she couldn't move him away from her because of the way he was hugging her waist. Didn't his shoulder feel hurt from sleeping like this?
And then it had been three hours without any sign of him waking up and Hazel felt her legs had turned numb. She had tried to push him away, but to no avail. He furrowed his brows and hugged her even tighter.
"I know you are handsome and I would love to watch your beautiful sleeping face, but can we change positions, please? You disrupted the blood circulation in my legs and now they are numb," Hazel grumbled, more like talking to herself.
