C92 91. BEST OF CUPID

RUBIN

I carefully caressed his cheek, running my hands on his beautiful curls that is currently framing his face, brushing his forehead tenderly. He is sleeping soundly, his mouth slightly opened.

I smiled wistfully - I don’t want for him to wake up, yet.

I tucked my hair beneath my ear and leaned down to kiss his forehead, pecking his lips and pulling away abruptly