Chapter 38

Mirabel woke up early the next morning as she felt the taunt muscles her hands lay on. Axel lay straight on the bed with his back to it, while she had her hands on his chest and one of her legs on top of his. The same position she woke up in yesterday. 'How can you be such a heavy sleeper, Mirabel' she scolded inwardly.

She gently removed her hands from his chest and moved her legs from his, he was still asleep so she sat still on the bed admiring the godly figure that was sleeping.

His chiseled jaws showed off his masculine face and his eyes were closed shut, his nose, his lips, down to his Adam's apple. Mirabel moved her gaze to his chest, he wore pajamas, but the first two buttons were opened, why is he so perfect?

She moved her gaze back to his eyes and 'OH LORD' his deep dark eyes were now opened, staring fixedly at her, but they looked different, more like it was hiding a shade of hunger, intense yearning.

Mirabel smiled nervously, "Good mor..." She didn't complete her state