Chapter 47
Out of the millions things I ever dreamt of, none of them was waking up next to the woman I was beginning to have feelings for. If I could paint, then her sleeping face would be the best thing I could ever put on my board. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing even and her snoring barely audible. Her eyelashes moved, before she opened her eyes, blinking repeatedly. Her focus finally fell on me and I could not stop the smile tagging on my lips.
“Morning beautiful,” I muttered.
“Morning,” her voice was groggy but still sexy enough.
Her eyes flattered shut once again. Someone seemed too lazy to wake up or maybe she was just…too sore to move a limb. With my lower body lying intact on the bed, my upper body was slightly raised and propped on my right elbow. I leaned over,
