I woke up next to a sleeping Laiden. He was so cute. I didn't want to disturb him, but I couldn't help but just admire. I also had to touch. I began to softly play with his light golden blonde hair. It looked like golden threads against my fingers. It was amazing how a brute could have such fine hair. My fingertips gently moved from his golden head, over the masculine curves of his jaw, and down his sun kissed chest. He was beautiful.
"Good morning," He smiled, grabbing my hand.
"Morning," I smiled. He stretched his arms out wide and yawned like a lion.
"What time is it, babe?" He asked rubbing his eyes.
"Ummm..." I checked the alarm clock on his bedside. "Around nine."
"Damn, I am surprised my dad didn't send someone to wake me," He yawned once more.
"Why would he do that?"
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