I woke up by the smell of a soft, buttery scent. It laced the air with warmth and promises of pleasure and fulfillment. Hunger exploded in my stomach like a punch. I made my way out of bed and stopped next to the large couch, where Ian's sleepy form rested. A faint distorted vibration that sounded more like snoring whispered through his nose.
I pushed back the need to watch his unguarded face in the dimness of the room, telling myself it was there because of my other need to squeeze toothpaste onto his mouth so when he would wake up his lips would stick together. That's what I would've done normally. But it seemed I hadn't come back to my old self yet, because pulling that prank on him was the last thing on my mind. He didn't deserve that.
I rolled my eyes. Jesus, I really am mad.