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LISA

I laid quiet on his bosom, as I listened to the sound of his breathing and watched the rise and fall of his chest.

His eyelids are firmly shut, and he's lost in a beauty sleep. I admired him keenly but quietly. I enjoyed every moment I watched him be vulnerable. He may seem hard and look the part, but he had shown me so much affection that I can't even measure up.

Still in admiration, sleep came and stole me like a thief.

Morning came sooner than envisaged. Like last night, I lazily sprawled, only that this time was different. The hard frame of the figure next to me restricted my further silly movements.

I yawned and rubbed on my eyelids recklessly. I turned to face him, and admired the lines of his lips, his perfectly high cheekbones, his narrow nose and the most beautiful eyes that are now covered by their lids.

I stretched my hand, but then refrained from running my fingertips across his features. I swallowed hard knot in my throat and rather watched him as I felt wet do