NINETEEN: SWEET LITTLE GESTURE

[Shaira’s POINT OF VIEW ]

Next thing in the morning, I felt like someone's playing with my hair's strands. I acted as if I'm sleeping, although I was already awake. I didn't expect my husband to plant a morning kiss on my temple, which made me lose my cool. I could have kept my pretense if only he didn't notice how wide my smile was.

"Dreaming or awake? Which one?" he asked, curling the tip of my hair against his index finger.

I guess there's no reason to continue this drama. I'm busted anyway, so I replied, "both." Then, I giggled and pressed myself closer to him.

I rolled over and faced the other way around. His hands were wrapped around my waist. Whilst, his shoulder rested on my shoulder.

"I'm awake, yet I dreamt of us having a wonderful night,” I replied while trying to bury my hot cheek on the pillow.

Oh gosh! I can't believe I'm still blushing like a stupid teenage chick... this is not me. I think I have lost my old conservative self when it comes to my husband.