EROS
Golden rays of the sun beamed through the open window, illuminating Port's pale face in his silent slumber. His brows scrunched from the heat, so I had to block my hands for a cover. Other rays passed through his naked body, glaring at his perfect, radiant curves.
I giggled as I heard him snore. Last night, he had told me that we would wake up early to jog together before the sun rose. However, he was here with me, sleeping soundly.
Port shifted his position toward me, grabbing the blanket up to his neck. "Stop watching me, pervert!" he grunted, still closing his eyes.
"Hey!" I exclaimed. "I'm not a pervert!"
"Pffft,"
