Ezra
I woke up with a slow start, wrapped completely in Allen's arms. My back was pressed against his chest, and one of his legs was tangled with mine. His breath was warm on the back of my neck, and it made me ticklish all over. His hand rested on my stomach possessively and I couldn't help but blush at the memory of what happened last night. Allen didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. We were at it up until we were completely exhausted. It was like we were both trying to make up for being apart for so long.
I turned my head enough to look at him.
I lay there for a moment just watching him. The way his features were perfectly carved, the morning light caught the sharp line of his jaw and I couldn't stop admiring his face. I'd never seen something more beautiful and perfect.
"You're staring," he murmured, eyes still closed.
"I am not."
"You absolutely are. I can feel it." He cracked one eye open and grinned at me, slow and lazy.
"Good morning to you too."
