𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

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Eiran Sinclair

"Shes so fragile, so delicate yet so soft.
She's like my favourite rose petals."
I'm saying this line for the second time after she decided to move on my hand.

The doctor said that there's nothing to worry about. She had fainted because she hadn't eaten anything nor was properly hydrated which resulted in her being dehydrated and fainting. The doctor also advised me to sleep in one of the rooms as I was stressing out myself a lot but I denied that and chose to stay with her.

Since one hour after the doctor left, I'm sitting with her- actually- she's sleeping peacefully with her head on my hand and I'm simply busy doing nothing except admiring how soft she is.

I had just come to see her once but when I saw her lone strand disturbing her sleep, I thought to tuck it behind her ears but this madam, decided to hold my hand like it's her stuffed animal then keep it under her head and sleep.

Now if she wants this, how can I deny it?

Although she isn't in her senses, I mean she isn't awake and I Can take my hand back, but I don't want to. I gladly prefer my hand going numb if in return I am getting her soft cheeks and face on my hand.

And the problem is, I see no problem in this.

"From past one hour you are the only one that's roaming in my mind, aren't you tired, honey?" I whisper in such a way that isn't audible to her.

I didn't even move a single finger on her face, only I know how much I am controlling myself from getting the proper feel, proper satisfaction of her soft skin on my hands.

Damn. She's more than soft. I bite my lips looking at her eyelashes that are flickering. Is she waking up?

Or is she dreaming? Is she dreaming about a boy? I gasped at my own thought. Should I kill him? Or first torture him? But how? I don't even know who she's dreaming about.

"Ahmm" the hell. did she just moaned?

Stupid she did "aaa" which means she's in pain.

The realisation hit me that she's waking up so I sit with my back stiffened without any movement otherwise my hand may move too and if she sees that then maybe she gets uncomfortable.

God! She just opened her eyes which looked like the purest form of sky- grey sky to be precise. Her smile is attractive but her eyes? They shine like the stars in that peaceful night's grey sky.

I used to hate rains right? You know rain drops fall after the sky turns grey. Since grey has become my favourite colour, I can consider changing my disliking of rains.

My lips curved into a smirk when I saw her again ogling at me. Two times in a day, honey. Not bad!

"Please grant me permission to take my hand back, madam." My voice remains slow so that it doesn't sound like noise pollution to her just after waking up.