Chapter 92 - You Done Staring At Me? (2/2)

”Good night baby girl.” He whispered softly as he closed his eyes. The tiredness from the last couple of days, swept over his body and he soon fell asleep.

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The next morning, Stella woke up late. She was somehow feeling relaxed. Her body was engulfed in a familiar warmth that she had been missing for the last few days. Her eyes fluttered open, but she shut them again as the sunlight coming through the glass windows fell over her face. She slowly opened her eyes again, taking her time to adjust to the bright light.

Taking in a deep breath, she squeezed the pillow that was in between her arms. But something didn't feel right. She squeezed it once again, her eyebrows furrowing in the process. It wasn't soft like before but hard.

Her eyes shifted to the pillow only to be greeted by a muscular chest. Her eyes flew wide open, all the traced of sleep vanishing from her face as her heart started to beat faster.

She slowly looked up, only to find the face which had turned her world upside down. She blinked a couple of times but the face didn't go away. It was still there, right before her eyes and within her reach.

She slowly raised her hand which was resting on his rock hard chest and traced her fingers over his sharp jawline. After confirming that she was not dreaming and he was really there, she traced her fingers over his stubble. 'Looks like he hadn't shaved for a few days.' She thought to herself.

Her fingers moved over to his forehead. She brushed off a few strands of hair that was covering it. Her fingers moved down to his roman nose and then to his eyes, tracing over his eyelids. His thick lashes fluttered under touch. Tracing over his cheekbones, her fingers rested over his thin lips. She could never forget the way they move over hers.

Only God knows how much she had missed him the past few days. She was more than happy that he was finally back. She clearly remembered the words he had told her that day on the video call. The way he looked at her when he had said that, his eyes filled with love and care. She remembered all of it. She wanted to hear them again.

As she was busy taking a trip down memory lane, Adam opened his eyes. He looked back at her with a soft smile on his face.

”You done staring at me sweetheart?” Adam spoke up slowly. His deep, magnetic voice brought her back to the present.