Sandra tried to turn and felt a stronger arm around her body.. she froze.. he was asleep.. on his pyjamas.. she shrugged his hand off her and gazed intently.. his face.. beautiful sleeping face..
"James".
She whispered and got zero response.. Sandra sitting for a while.. staring at the innocent looking man.. she glanced at the wall clock and it was exactly 3am.. "What!"...
she sighed.. how did she not remember to lock her door or Even though.. Even though she did.. he'll still be in if he wished..
They work like spirits.. and that is the most wonderful thing she loved about the boys..
her hands became itchy. and she didn't know when she touched his hair.. it was soft.. very well.. she slide her arms down to his shoulder, and relaxed.. one mind asked her to sleep.. but the inner voice protested.....
Sandra sighed..
and tapped him.. "James.. wake up"..