It wasn't some kind of dream.
I woke up slowly, feeling an unfamiliar heaviness and warmth. My eyes fluttered open to the sight of a strong arm wrapped securely around me.
This man definitely said that last night, and I remembered sleeping disappointed when he didn't fulfill his threat, but now that I felt sober, I was only glad he let me sleep.
I was tucked against his warm, and hard body.
My gaze was straight on his face, a face I had only ever seen either in cold disdain or savage fury. But recently this face, just like right now, in the soft morning like peeking through the curtains, he looked dangerously beautiful.
His usually sharp features were relaxed, his dark hair falling across his forehead.
He look innocent and completely unaware of my scrutiny, with a quiet movement, I ran a finger down his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin.
He looks good even when he's just waking up.
