Resting on my bed, I made random figures on his back as he lay on his stomach, clutching the pillow under his head. Such a human way to sleep.

“Blake?” I questioned with a gentle voice.

“Hm?” He opened one of his eyes and looked at me.

My skin tingled by his piercing gaze. His lashes were so long and dark.

“What is your first memory?”

His brows furrowed and he turned to his side to face me.

“My first memory? Why do you want to know?”

I nibbled on my finger. His attention shifted to it and he pulled my hand to his, stopping me from hurting myself.

I...