A single minute felt like an eternity. When all I could hear was his soft breaths, I slowly turned around to face him. I held my breath at the proximity… and the sight. The lampshade's dim light illuminated his beauty. He was even more mesmerising in his sleep with his lips parted open. His eyes gently closed. And I could tell in his straight brow he was at ease.
I tried to get my hand off his hold but he made a complaining sound at the back of his throat and squeezed on my hand. It was a struggle to turn my body to face him completely but I succeeded.
His face literally fell on me, with his chin and cheek against my shoulder.
"Aren't you going to sleep with your friends?" I asked in a whisper. To Tiffany? But I believed it was best to exclude her name even though I was talking to a d
