alleyway [h.s]

chapter 17

*play song when they are in the car*
song: heart-shaped box by nirvana

RUBY'S POV

I woke up to the feeling of hot air hitting the back of my neck, legs tangled in another pair, back against a hot chest, an arm around my waist.

I slowly turn, trying not to wake him, so I can face him.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. His lips are slightly parted, little pieces of his hair in his face.

I move my hand to drag my finger tips gently on his lower lip, on his cheek, where his dimple usually appears even he smiles at me, in between his eyebrows. He's beautiful. He has a beauty that I've never seen in a man before. His skin is soft, perfectly toned, and glowing. It's always glowing.

He starts to move in his sleep, and I quickly remove my hand from his face. I didn't wanna wake him. I just wanted to admire and feel his godly face and observe his features. I've never had the chance to really have a close up look at him.

He clears his sleepy throat and says, "keep going, don't stop. Feels nice"

His morning voice is deep, and little scratchy from not using it for hours. I find it attractive.

"I didn't wanna wake you" I whisper, putting my hand back on his cheek.

He slowly opens his eyes and smiles, making his dimple show. I bring my finger to the little dent caused by his smile, I feel the skin.

"You didn't wake me"

"Liar" I chuckle.

He moves his hand that was on my waist, and brings it up to place a few strands of hair behind my ear, then places his hand on my cheek, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

He goes to lean in from for a kiss but I stop him by putting my index finger on his lip and whisper, "no kisses. I didn't brush my teeth"

"I don't give a shit" he nudges my finger out of the way and kisses me.

His lips are always so soft. It makes my head spin, my heart beat faster and faster.

Seeing how he had to lean up a bit to kiss me, when he leans back, I couple of long strands of his hair fall into his face. I'm quick to reach over and tuck it back behind his ear.

"I need a fucking hair cut" he says, rolling his eyes.

"I could cut it for you" I offer.

I love his long hair. It makes him look handsome and attractive. But I'm also curious to see him with short hair.

"You cut hair?" He asks, now playing with a strand of my own.

"Yeah, my mom showed me how when I was a teenager. She's a hairdresser" I say.