I think I am sick

The morning has come faster than I wanted as I feel so good, so rested and so full of energy. I think it's the first time I've slept so well in a long time and it's refreshing.

I sit up and stretch as I hear hissing beside me.

I turn and find Michaël asleep, that's when I realize that I slept on his shoulder. The poor arm will certainly hurt him when he wakes up. I place my fingers on his forearm trying to relieve the pain he will surely feel when he moves his arm.

I hear moans and turn to see that he just opened his eyes. He does not move and looks at me with his green and beautiful eyes. I have never seen him as handsome as now even if he is all the time except that this time, there is something more incredible that emerges from him. I can't put my finger on it, but it's exceptional in any case.

I bite the inside of my mouth as the feelings of the night before come back to me. My heart is beating very fast again and I feel weak in front of this captivating and intimidating gaze. Mich