WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? 2
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"What are you looking at?" Daine queried drowsily. She was cocooned in a layer of warmth on the bed, while the rain gently fell outside the window. She felt safe, warm and mildly curious.
A finger gently traced the arch of her nose before trailing down to her mouth, then brushing away stray curls from her face. Knuckles then gently brushed her cheek. "Go to sleep, it's too early to be up and about."
She peered at the dark shadow beside her on the bed. Numair propped himself up with his left arm while his right hand gently stroked her face. "You're avoiding the question," she pointed out. "It's becoming a creepy habit you know, me waking up to see you looking at me."
"Why? Is that a problem?" Numair lifted an eyebrow, resting his wandering hand on her hip.
Daine blinked herself into wakefulness, and rested her head on her arm. "Mr Salmalin, I do believe you are avoiding the question. Why are you looking at me? I have enough of people looking at me lately. No thanks to you!" She poked an accusatory hand in his chest.
Numair took her extended hand and pulled her towards him. "Well, you have to get used to it I'm afraid, me looking at you." He started to nibble on her knuckles, keeping his eyes intently locked on hers. "Because you're mine. And I'm possessive. And I love you. And most of all, you look oh-so-delicious. "He gave her a heart-stopping smirk and proceeded to demonstrate that he meant what he said.