Forty two: shattering windows

Good morning sweetheart." I heard Saint whisper in my ear making me tussle and smile in my sleep.

To my surprise, he hugged me from behind, and my back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled up to me, pulling me in tightly and making me feel his third buddy pushing into my lower back once again.

I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. "You're up before me today," I said.

He wasn't angry as the last time and didn't look like he was in a hurry to leave either. It was my first time as well. Everything he was doing from the previous night was a first.

He smiled at me. "I wanted to see how you look when you sleep." He replied as I looked away, smiling shyly in order to hide how red my face was about to get.

"Bet I looked like a mess," I said, fixing my hair.

He turned my face for me to look at him, then shook his head. "You looked cute, couldn't stop staring."

"Oh please." I laughed turning away shyly again.

Why was he doing this to me?

My eyes lingered around his exposed tat