Chapter One Hundred and Three

Eira

The bed felt so warm and cozy. I stretched, feeling satisfied but at the same time tired. It took me a long minute to be able to register the grip Sebastian's arm had over my waist. We were both bare under the sheets. I wasn't able to move because he held me to himself in a iron clad grip. The thought of him not wanting me out of his sight, brought a very bright smile to my face.

The corners of my lips lifted up in a wild smile and I couldn't stop admiring his sleeping face. I traced an idle hand over his face and intently admired him as we slept. We'd barely gotten enough sleep especially after our conversation yesterday night and by the time we had woken up again, we were more interested in one another's bodies than we were in having a conversation until we were tired and drifted into short sleep shortly.

"You know it's rude to stare at people when you think they're not sleeping" he murmured sleepily, his voice was still heavy lidded with sleep.

"How do you always end up ca