In a moment where Stella felt bolder, she raised a hand to lightly touch the spot between his eyebrows. The smooth and warm skin came into contact with her fingertip and sent a soft current of excitement to her heart.
She moved to the tip of his nose and the bottom of his lips. The touches were feather like. So soft that Asael wouldn't wake up easily. She kept poking him all over the face until her eyes grew heavy. She fell asleep with her hand on his face.
As soon as the mischievous hand went limp, Aasel opened his eyes. He smiled as if he had been holding back for a long time. His jaw caressed her hand. He held it and kissed her palm.
In the dead of night, Stella wasn't aware that she wasn't the only one taking liberties under the cover of sleep.
It happened to be one of those days again whe……
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