Joseph Thompson's eyebrows twitched and his eyes slowly opened, the deep black pupils slightly narrowed, like a leopard that had just been disturbed from sleep.
"Why did you wake up so early?" His thin lips breathed warmly near her ear.
Jaylene pushed him away with some force, sat up without looking at him, and grabbed the quilt to cover herself, not knowing what to do.
"What's wrong?" Joseph sat up immediately, his long arm wrapping around her shoulder, enclosing her in his embrace.
"Let go of me," she growled and pushed his hand away, "I need to get up."
Joseph's hand swiftly found her again, along with the quilt, holding her closely. He kissed her cheek and whispered with a smile, "Why the bad mood? You didn't use to be like this."
"Don't talk to me about the past," she growled, annoyed, "who still lives in memories?"
"Alright, let's not talk about the past, let's talk about our future," he said with a particularly ambiguous smile.
