Ex-boyfriend

Ryan...

In the morning, the view of the room appeared more beautiful. The sunlight that drifted through the curtains kissed Laura's sleeping face.

The sleeping beauty was my wife. I suddenly felt so proud of myself. Her long lashes were perfectly shut, her cherry pink lips were slightly parted. The white shirt hung off her thin frame and the cotton shorts showed off her long legs. And the clothes were still there because at night, I didn't touch her. I really didn't. I had gone too far but came out to be lucky enough that she didn't slap me after I hugged her. 

Instead of beating around the bushes with my hug, I couldn't reckon why she cuddled me when she was asleep. It was overwhelming once again.

"What are you staring at?" At her sudden voice, I almost jumped. She had her eyes closed. Jeez. How did she notice? Or was she pretending to sleep?

I exhaled a relieved breath and slipped out of the blanket. "Why didn't you tell me that you are awak