9: The truth

*Alicia*

I wake up slowly, stretching my body, the light filtering through the window tells me it is still very early morning. I roll over and almost jump off the bed as I find Byron's face inches from mine.

He is still sound asleep, his face relaxed, and I am thinking what the hell is wrong with me ? How could I ever have found him not attractive ? The strong jaw, with just a hint of stubble, the perfect cheekbones and the pink lips, right now slightly parted, he is beautiful, sexy and close to perfection, but he is clearly also a troubled man.

But why is he still here ? I had expected him to leave, I mean his girlfriend must be waiting for him ? What is she going to say when he has been out all night ?

He is stretching his long body, looking at me with sleepy eyes. "Morning darling, why are you staring at me like that ?"

"I just didn't expect you to be here. I thought you would leave… I mean you got someone waiting for you". Why does it suddenly hurt to say that out loud ?

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