He brushed the stray lock of hair that had escaped by hair band, off my face and stared at me.
A smiled began to spread across my face and I stiffened a giggle.
Why did he have to be so serious all the time?
I stared back at him with the same ferocity. I would beat him at his own game.
We lay there eyes fixated on the other. Not one of us wanting to be the first to give in. Each of us wanting to be a winner of a nonexistent prize.
My eyelids began to get heavy and with much hesitation they dropped.
“I beat you again,” he murmured triumphantly, sleep heavy in his voice.
I rolled my eyes and looked away.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” he laughed sleepily.
“I’m not,” I replied arms folded across my chest.
He pulled me by my waist until I was close to him. My body bent into his own. So close that I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
He ran a wave of kisses down my neck and pulled me closer to him.
I let out a sigh and I was lost.