If he’s beautiful to look at when he’s awake, then I don’t know what to call this. His face is completely tranquil. His mouth is slightly open. That bottom lip is so kissable that I lean forward and do it. When I lean back, my Prince Charming answers me with a tiny snore. God, even that’s cute. He spreads out his whole body. My thin white sheet does little to cover his morning wood. There’s a knock on my door. I jump up and reach for my bathrobe. I brush my hair a bit. I open it up a crack. It’s only Leti. “Hey, hooker. Everyone’s going to the beach. We need to air out the bad juju from the house.” “Oh, I’m not feeling so hot. See you later.” I start to close the door on her face, but she catches a peek of the sleeping god on my bed. She shakes her fists and squees. “Shh,” I whisper. “Okay, Sky,” Leti says dramatically.
