The next morning, Ruby slowly stirred in bed, her lashes fluttering as sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room.
She stretched lazily, expecting the space beside her to be empty or her head on Stefan's body like it usually was in the morning. But as she turned her head, her breath caught.
Her head was not on Stefan's head, neither was the space empty. Stefan was facing her, his eyes fixated on her face like he could see her.
He wasn't just staring at her, his face was barely inches away from hers that if she wanted their lips to meet, all she would have to do is just to pucker her lips.
Ruby's heart skipped several beats, then began pounding loudly in her chest. His stormy gray eyes were locked on hers, his expression soft but curious—like he was searching for something.
Was he... looking at her? Could he see her now? Was that why he was looking into her eyes?
