Perhaps it was her biological clock, but even after a night of heavy drinking, Purple Summers still woke up on time the next day.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Alexander Summers's sleeping face, his thick dark eyebrows, handsome nose, and lightly pursed lips. He was very handsome, almost perfect...
No, actually, not that perfect.
There was a light scar on his face. Although it wasn't ferocious or ugly, looking at it was like seeing a fine crack on a piece of exquisite jade—inspiring pity and a touch of heartache.
Purple leaned in and gently kissed the scar.
Poor thing...
She thought to herself, and kissed it a few more times.
As she got up to get dressed and out of bed, her hand was caught by Alexander under the covers.
"Kiss me again," he said, with his eyes still closed.
Purple chuckled, indulging his request, and kissed him a little louder this time.
She thought: Is Alexander being whiny?