#Chapter23 Couple-Trapped

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...