"Kiss me, and I'll wake up."
Really? That's what he was thinking first thing in the morning? So this was the reason why he didn't bother opening his eyes despite waking up moments ago. The man was quick to use his wish card.
"You've been plotting this since you woke up, haven't you?" I narrowed my eyes at him, ignoring the fact that he couldn't even see the face I was making right now. He seemed to enjoy kisses, judging by how frequently he asked for them.
Is physical touch that important in a romantic relationship? I still can't really fathom that. Perhaps it was because I was so used to being in my own personal space that I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when it was invaded. I'd never been so close and intimate with anyone else until I met Luke. Hell, I've never even thought about spending my life with someone else. The most that I could ever afford to think about was whether or not I would survive the next day.