As If You're Not

Demyan 

Waking up in Ethan's arms felt as natural as a morning yawn and stretch. It felt as natural as the fluffy blanket I always kept with me because at times I could not sleep without it, but with Ethan I could. 

Seeing his sleeping face as soon as I woke up immediately brought a smile to my lips. He slept with his lips slightly parted so that he had the smallest hole, it almost looked like he was about to smile or give me one of his signature cheeky grins that could make him extremely handsome or extremely annoying. 

His hair was all over the place which I knew irritated him because it had a tough time laying down in the morning. I slept partially on him, our naked bodies fitting together like a glove. He was on his back with his arms lazily wrapped around my waist yet his hands not so coincidentally resting on my arse.