"No! No! Don't touch me!" I shouted as I jolted upright. Daniel jerked awake and sat up too, concern clouding his face. " Hey, hey. Everything is ok, I'm not touching you," He informed in a soft voice, turning the table lamp on.

I panted hard, trying to forget whatever I had dreamt. Sweat beaded on my forehead, slowly rolling down as seconds ticked by. I tried to regulate my breathing slowly as Daniel got me a cup of water. He handed it to me as I gulped that water down my parched throat, wishing my fears would vanish as fast as my thirst.

" Are you feeling better? Do you need more water?" Daniel asked concerned and plucked the cup from my grip. "I-" my voice squeaked as My hands were still shaking. I cleared my throat before continuing, " I am fine, you should sleep. You do not have to worry about me." I replied before continuing to steady my heart. He shook his head before replying, " I will definitely worry about you, Hannah. You're my wife, of course, I will be worried about you."

Stupid heart, just settle down, will you?!!

I laid back down on the bed my back facing him. There was some shuffling from his side before the room turned dark again. I huffed a breath out and closed my eyes. An arm snaked its way onto my waist and pulled me against his hard chest. I opened my mouth to ask him to remove his arm but he had beat me to it.

" Don't worry, Hannah. I will not do anything to you. I won't even move my arm anytime if it makes you feel better," He assured, laying stiff as a rock. I nodded once before closing my eyes. He curled his arm into my stomach, pulling me even closer to him. I let out a sigh before I fell asleep again.

I stirred from my very unusual peaceful sleep and shifted a bit. Peeling my eyes open, I peered up at a beautiful face. A very beautifully sculpted face.

How I wish I have this dream every day...

The corners of my lips perked up as I continued to stare at his gorgeous face. I was about to sigh when I realized that it was not a dream. My eyes widened as our position registered into my mind.

His arms, one over my waist the other around my back, pulling my chest against his. Our legs were entwined together and my hands rested on his chest. My head must have been resting in his neck as my face was very close to his neck.

How am I supposed to resist this?

Deciding to just enjoy the moment as much as I could, I stared at his face as my fingers lightly traced over his chest. But my fingers had a mind of its own. They trailed up to his neck, tingles shooting down my fingers as they continue to trail up.

They passed his neck and reached the jaw, tracing out its shape before trailing up the side of his face to his hair. My fingers glided into his hair, feeling so very soft. Before I knew it, my hand was against his cheek as my thumb rubbed against it.

What am I doing?

The relish of touching his face was painted into my mind, hoping that this would not be the only time. My eyes were fixated on his features.

He looks so peaceful in his sleep. And his lips are very inviting.

My thumb continued its trail to its final destination, his inviting lips. It caressed his soft lips as subtle as possible, hoping to minimize the touch on his lips and maximize the tingles that rushed through my fingers. I let out a slow sigh before resting my palm on his cheek.

"Mmm," A slow hum vibrated against my chest. I stilled immediately, hoping to turn invisible. Luckily he had yet to wake up from his peaceful sleep. I let out a puff of breath and relaxed my body. As my body started to loosen up, warmth radiating from his body pushed its way into mine, heating me after the rainy morning.

My palm continued to caress his cheek, unaware that his breathing has picked up. Unaware, that his heart had started to beat faster than normal. I should have picked that up and immediately inch away, but being mesmerized by his oh-so-gorgeous face, I was not able to.

Isn't my heart supposed to be racing? What has this gorgeous man done to me?

I decided to stop harassing his cheek and get ready for work, reeling my palm away from his soft cheek. But then his hand shot up, holding my palm hostage against his cheek.

I am doomed.