Escape

39

You never know how many pages are left

The next morning, I woke up with the biggest smile on my face.

I was so giddy still from yesterday's events, I happened to wake up before Dylan. It was a rare thing to say the least. He got used to waking up early in the morning to do his daily work-out routine, while me on the other hand never seem to wake up well rested.

Every morning I feel like I was hit by a car.

But not today. The second I grew conscious my eyes snapped open, and like a jolt of electricity shocked me, I was full of energy.

I was the little spoon as we were lying in bed, but I soon felt annoyed that I couldn't see his face, so I carefully turned around.

He was even more beautiful while he was sleeping. The sun lighting up half of his face, while the other half was nuzzled in the pillow. His lashes were gently resting on his cheeks, his chest slowly rising and falling as he was breathing peacefully. His chocolate curls are sprawled out on the pillow, and some stubborn ones got in his face during the night.

I always loved adoring him. All day and all night, anytime I get the chance. I had to tear my eyes away at the beginning, when it felt weird to look at him this way, when I was worried he'd catch my stare.

This is the time when I'm sad I'm not a painter instead. Writing was the only form of art I had potential for, so my ability with painting is worse than a toddler's.

It's such a shame because although I always take mental photos of him, I'd sell my soul to be able to draw his angelic features.

I already filled several pages with only the description of his look. About his clothes, about his face, about his body, how he does simple tasks. Like when he does the buttons of his button up, how he run his fingers through his hair to bring the locks out of his face, how his jaw tends to clench when he's tense or angry.

I couldn't be lost in my thoughts any longer, because he started to wake up. His eyes slowly fluttered open as a sigh left him. A smile immediately crept up his face as his gaze found mine.

God, just that smile of his is enough to make my heart stop beating.

"Morning, angel." I murmured.

"Good morning, baby." He rasped in his deep morning voice. "Are you okay? Not too sore from yesterday?"

Well...

I tried to ignore the pain when I woke up and just pretend it's not there, but now that he mentioned it...

"Just a little bit, but it's manageable."

We were cuddling lazily in bed for almost a further hour, talking about nothing. When his words got interrupted by the grumbling of my stomach, we decided to go grab something to eat.

"Can we visit one of my mates first? He's been trying to hack into the gang's cameras and I want to check on how it's going." Dylan asked as we were getting dressed.

Dylan set up several people to work on this case. They try to hack security cameras, their emails, or track them down. And since Dylan's boss didn't know about any of this, they couldn't just gather a group to pay a visit to the gang, it would be too dangerous at the moment.

We were both staying in our comfort zones as we chose our clothes for today. He was in all black just like always. Black plain T-shirt with black jeans, while I opted for a black crop top with a pair of blue jeans.

Dylan held the door open for me, and locked it behind ourselves when we stepped out. He took my hand and started to walk down the hallway towards the rest of the rooms.