BLACK TIGER
He groans and moves a little, but he doesn’t open his eyes.
“Hey,” I squeeze his shoulders and hear him mumble some incoherent words which make me chuckle. “Get up!”
When Tiger finally opens his eyes, I can feel his dark stare pierce my soul. My heart starts beating fast, and my cheeks warm up because he doesn’t look away this time. I see his eyes moving down to my chest then up to my wet hair. I realize there are some droplets of water falling on his arm. “Sorry,” I chuckle, “But you need to wake up, we’re leaving soon.”