I felt Dace shift on the bed prompting me to be awake. I wanted to turn to him but for some freakish reason, I remained still. He shifted again and his arm around my waist moved. I don't know what the time was but I knew it was too late, my sleep called to me, my eyelids growing heavy but I tried to fight it by focusing my ears on him, I heard a rustle in the dark, steady yet heavy breathing, I can't tell what's happening but I'm worried. So I decided to stop playing my sleeping game.
"Dace?" I said but I didn't turn. When I didn't get a response I sat up and willed my magic to turn the light on. Dace was sitting on the bed, his back to me, tensed muscles on his wide back, I just let my eyes feast on his tattoos marking every area. The need to run my hands through every peak of them as if I haven't done that two hours ago with me bouncing on top of him.
