23

I tilted my head, standing at the side of my bed and watching Wes's sleeping form. His chest rose and fall evenly, his eyelashes long enough to brush the top of his cheeks. Pieces of his hair fell on his forehead as he stirred for a moment.

A moment later, he opened one eye, squinting as the bright sunlight seeped into my room. "Picture lasts longer, babe." His voice was much deeper and hoarser than usual, causing a shiver to go down my spine.

I grinned, taking a seat on the bed beside where he laid. I held out the mug of coffee to him, "Morning sleepyhead. How's the headache?"

In response, Wes groaned, keeping his eyes shut. He turned his body so he was lying on his side, moving his head to rest in my lap.

I laughed, finding him oddly very adorable right now. "Come on, we have much to do today."

"One more minute," he spoke softly, still in a deep daze of sleepiness.

I placed the mug down on the bedside table before again, I found myself running my hand through his perfect hair. Wes s