Bab 129: ~°~Chapter One-hundred & Twenty-nine~°~

I open my eyes to sunlight streaming in from the tall window, somehow at night we had swapped positions and now I'm on him.

Dale is still fast asleep, the poor thing probably had a hectic day, I just prop my jaw on my arms and settle in to stare at him.

His black hair is tousled and partially obscuring his hard angular face, I resist the urge to push his hair from his face or trail my fingertips across his jaw.

I trail my eyes lower and remember that he's shirtless, that would explain why I can feel his abs through my light sweater.

I snap my head up again, ready to go back to staring at him. Dale embodies the phrase, tall, dark and handsome but yet he had so much brightness coming from him.

When my eyes meet up with his face, I see his bright green eyes staring down at me lazily and my heart thumps - oops! I've been caught…

"Morning, Hay." He drawls in his gravelly voice that has me melting.