Though she had fallen asleep before him, he woke up before her, looking into her sleepy face.
The cover was on her waist, leaving her upper body bare, pink nipples hardening from the cold. Her hair was a jungle of strands thrown in all directions, and all he wanted was to sink his finger into it, inhale on it
But he decided not to, for she was a light sleeper. Any little movement, she would be on her ass, recognition in her eyes as she looked around the room like it was hell.
Unable to hold himself longer, he moved her hair from her face, leaning his face close to hers, his elbow supporting his weight.
His breath woke her up. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, a surprised look on her face when she got in sync with her surroundings.
"Maestro..." She began puzzled
He placed a finger on her lips. "Don't say anything,"
She tried to sit up, but he didn't budge; he flattened his palm on her abdomen, applying gentle pressure so she understood that he wanted her on her back.
"Do you
