From That Night Onwards

Chapter 32: •I'm Too Sleepy To Put On A Title•

A/N:

Helloooo dear beloveds! 2 weeks of not updating. Still there? Hope you are. Ahuhuhu T__T
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Enleigh's POV

My squinting eyes fluttered open into the blinding sunlight from the windows, feeling Danthony's soothing fingers cradling my hair around them. I slightly moaned as I stretched my arm and tilted my head looking up to him, only to see his fully awakened eyes. He looked so sexy just by the way he stared back at me, his arm supporting his head up.

"Hey," he huskily muttered, his smile was enough to greet me a good morning. His palm then settled for my warmed temple as his gentle thumb gradually brushed my cheek with affection. "How's your sleep?"

I then slightly wiggled my body wormlike-style, drawing closer to his heat with a flushing childlike smile. His arm then heavied on my waist as he doubled the smile I mirrored, a literal warmth welcomed my bare skin as he coiled it tightly around me. "Not that much of a good one." I suddenly pouted.

"Huh? Why?" His sexy brow crashed in curiosity. "Was it too painful when I-"

He cut his words of concern when he heard my laugh which created a more puzzled expression on his face. "Well, yeah. But that's not the thing..."

He had his arm supporting his head lie across the pillow, allowing my head to rest on his huge bicep. "So what is it then?"

"Uhmm... Last night, I didn't get to hear you sing the last line. I might've fallen asleep or something..." I pouted again as I buried my head on his chest.

Mmmh. This man surely smells like temptation. A sweet-scented poison that conditions my respiratory tract so well.

"Oh. So you want me to sing it again? Nah." I felt his grin on my forehead. Pfff. The show-off flirt really enjoys bragging his hell-hot huskiness.

My childish grin reappeared as I gazed up, his eyes clicking in parallel with mine. I softly coughed. I then balled my fist and held it closer to my mouth and created an imaginary microphone.

Ehem. Mic test 1 2 3.

"And with a feeling I'll forget," I slowly sang the preceding line, trying my very hardest to give the rightful justice for the song, and careful enough not to disgrace its passionate lyrics.

I then passed the literal hand mic to him, my balling fingers brushed through his soft lips. "Go. Sing the last line." I whispered with a grin.

Wait... What's this weird sadness and doubt blending well in his eyes right now? He kept silent. His eyes were silent. Was it that hard to say I'm in-love now? It's not like he's really referring it to me. It's not like I'll take it seriously. Pff.

Just sing, Danthony. It's okay, I don't need you to mean what you say. I sighed to the thought, he did too.

"I'm in-love...with you."

What the f- Okay. Very nice.

I collided my brows full force, my annoyed expression battled for the truth. "Ugh. Oh come on I've seen it on A-Z Lyrics and that's not the next ly-"

Losing air has never felt so damn good, and so I breathed no more as I tasted the lips that always felt like home.

        His hand cupped my jaw as his thumb brushed my cheek to and fro, and I just found myself dead and alive at the same time as his kiss kept on supplying me an addictive kind of oxygen that leaves me breathless.