I looked at the ceiling, blinking, before kicking my feet slightly beneath the blanket and giggling like a child.
"Sweetheart, I know you're full of energy, but I need my rest, okay?"
A cold arm wrapped around me to prevent me from moving and shaking the bed. The soft vibration from Natha's slurry voice tickled my nape, and I clasped my mouth to prevent myself from making another noise. Carefully, I shifted and turned so I could face him instead, looking at his sleeping face.
Okay, okay, I know I looked at him every day, but still...
I never felt bored looking at his face. Well, to be fair, I rarely do so, okay? I couldn't just outright stare at him in front of other people, or when he was awake, because I would be too embarrassed. Before, I wouldn't even do anything but stare when I woke up first, but these days, I got more courageous to trace my fingers on his face.
