Chapter 8-What's Wrong?

How can someone look so good while sleeping?

I smiled to myself at that question. After being awakened by the sound of twigs scratching against the window, I was immediately confronted with an eye-pleasing sight.

James was still asleep, facing me. His arms hugged my waist tightly. The blanket covering our nakedness had already slipped down to my thighs, but I was reluctant to move from my position.

My chest heaved again as I recalled the events of last night. It felt so intimate and sweet. Every time James touched my body, it felt as if there was an inner bond connected between the two of us.

"James?" I called in a low voice. I just wanted to know if he was awake or not, but James didn't react at all.

Slowly, I reached out my hand and felt his delicate face. My fingers moved down to his firm jaw, then stopped at his full lower lip.

The charm that James possessed was undeniable.

My lips unconsciously curved into a faint smile. I placed my hand on his warm chest, I could feel his racing