We Fell In Love In October : JakeHoon

Chapter Fourteen: Date

Chapter Fourteen

Date

I woke up after feeling movement on my waist and beside me, confused. I slowly opened my eyes; dizziness was first to welcome me, followed by the headaches. I also felt weak from the draining episode of dealing with a trauma yesterday night. Still, I immediately felt comforted as soon as I saw Hoon sleeping beside me.

I wasn't surprised at the sight even though I didn't think I would see him once the sun was up; he's really a man of his promises. I looked around for the time and saw that it was just six in the morning on the wall clock.

'He must sleep late because of me,' I couldn't help but think as I watches him in his deep sleep serenely.

I decided not to wake him up or remove his hand from me, liking the feeling it was giving me. Seeing him first in the morning and thinking that's all I could do for him for accompanying me all night, giving me his warmth and comfort.

He pulled me closer to him, closing all gaps between us through my waist; he must have mistaken me for his pillow, and I don't intend to correct him for now. Like always, it didn't make me uncomfortable one bit but the opposite.

As if my body had known his warmth for a long time. No, my body did for a short time and familiarized my system with his touches and warmth, that even his fingertips sent shivers every time they touched my skin, no matter how small and light the contacts were.

I felt impossible, feeling my stomach churns and the thoughts in my head as I stared at one of God's angels despite the sickness I am in right now.

I smiled and consciously couldn't help but trace every angelic and beautiful feature of him that seems to be my favorite. He looks damn beautiful like always, and it's driving me crazy early in the morning.

He was such a pretty sleepier in his extra soft and tamed appearance, straight brows calmly resting with his beautiful close eyes highlighting how long his lashes are.

My fingertip slides down, tracing his nose bridge, and I fight the urge not to pinch it because of how tall and prominently molded it was on his. I ended up caressing his mole softly; something suits him so well.

"You're beautiful, really," I whispered with a curl on my lips. I lost count of how many times I told him that, but it seems like this was not the last. My eyes dropped to his thin pinkish lips, which looked soft and sweet. Always drives me insane with his words and fluttery.

I suddenly remembered how this lip kissed my head and forehead. My heart clenched in a good way and hating the idea didn't slip to mind. Instead wished to be kissed again just like that.

My heart was beating fast because of that, confusion tried to sneak into my head, but I didn't let it, not now to ruin the moment.

My hand turned into a fist as I put it down not to touch his lips, afraid that would be too much for someone like me to do as if staring at him like this wasn't.

I tilted my head when he moved and suddenly buried his head between my neck and shoulder. He made himself comfortable, and I chortle softly, "You're clingy even in your sleep." I murmured, someone too brazen to say after making him promise to stay with me yesterday night.

I continued to ruffle his hair as I waited for him to wake up. I didn't do anything but stare and marveled at him for an hour. It's a mystery how I did that without getting bored and delightfully as if it was an honor to do so.

Perhaps to be in the arms of a man like this does.

I felt him slowly move again; seems like he was awake now, and I confirmed it when his hand slowly rubbed his eyes to adjust his visions.