The next morning, I woke up squinting my eyes, my hands going subconsciously to my hair which I brushed back.
I was about to sit up when I realized that Phoebe was asleep soundly on my chest, her hair draped over her face.
My lips curled into a smirk at the sight as I used my fingers to gently part the strands of her hair aside.
My touch caused her to stir in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open. She soon stared at me, seeming a bit disoriented.
"Good morning, sunshine." I teased, poking her on her nose.
She groaned, bringing her hand to her face and rubbing her eyes before she spoke. "Gosh, last night was..." She paused.
Her cheeks flushed red with a blush as she tried avoiding my gaze but then her eyes went to my naked body, scrutinizing my chest.
My smirk turned into a grin as I brought my mouth to her ears and whispered. "Come on, say it. Was I too soft?"
