In the wee hours of the morning, Jena opened her eyes and saw darkness saved for the moonlight coming from the open window. The weight on her hip startled her awake until she remembered where she was and who she was with and she relaxed. The hand on her hip snaked around her abdomen, and if it was possible, Alvin pulled her closer against him.
Tickled by her husband-to-be's breath on her nape, she shifted on the bed as she turned around to face the sleeping man. The soft light played on his handsome face and she couldn't help but stare.
In sleep, Alvin looked more youthful, and yet the powerful aura his body exuded remained. Curiously, she reached out a hand and felt the surface of his chest. It was hard and yet smooth to the touch.