The next day I woke stirring only to stop when I felt a weight on me.
I sleepily fluttered my eyes open squinting as I looked down on my chest only to be met with Shiwoo's fluffy black hair.
I smiled as I slowly raised my hand to run my hand through it careful not to wake him up.
I laid there for a while just admiring his face at how define his cheek and jawbones were and how plump and pink and soft his lips were and I even admired the little stubble that was growing on his face.
What I didn't admire though and was more like jealous of was his full thick eyebrows.
Although my eyebrows were decent and I took care of them by waxing them when necessary I kind of wish that mine looked as flawless as his.
I doubt he has ever even tried to care for them.
I doubt he even cares for his skin and not a pimple.
