I woke up the next morning to the feel of warmth around me. Every inch of my body was literally alive with pleasurable sparks.

I tried to turn and burrow further into the plush blanket but was met with a hard wall.

Confusion instantly roused me from my sleep and I opened my eyes only to be met with a glorious sight.

No wonder I slept so soundly.

His impressive musculature towered above me even while still asleep. A large arm was placed protectively around my waist, bringing me flush with his hard, toned chest.

My hands itched to run through the smooth skin that beckoned to me. His other arm was wrapped around my shoulders, practically burying me in his body.

Not that I was complaining or anything.

Oh Dwanye, I internally sighed.

His wild dreadlocks were scattered all over the place with a few of them framing his angular face. Goodness, I have never seen him look more cute than now.

Now was the time I wish I had a camera.

He looked peaceful while he slept, his eyebrows were not furrowed, the stress lines on his forehead now smoothened as if he didn't have a worry in the world.

Dark circles weighed heavily under his eyes and I wanted nothing more in that moment than to stare into those icy blues and offer some form of comfort.

My hands moved of their own accord and ran through his wild dreadlocks. Goodness, it was so smooth and silky, how was that even possible?

A pleasureable shiver ran through his body as I headed on to trace his features.

My thumb ran along his eyebags, before they came to trace the object of my fascination, the seams of his lips.

For a male as dark as he was, he had light, pink lips to compensate for his dark tone. His upper lip slightly jutted above the lower one, to make it look as if he permanently pouted.

Goodness, how did I get such a gorgeous male?

''If I knew this was what I would wake up to every morning, I would have made you spend every night in my den,'' his deep, morning voice reverberated through the den.

My hands froze. Damn it, why must I always be caught ogling him in the act? Now he must think I was some weirdo.

I hesitantly raised my eyes to meet his and my breath caught in my throat at what I saw.

Icy blues looked down at me with nothing but adoration and an overwhelming devotion. His eyes literally shimmered with happiness and a bit of amusement, all directed towards me.

Dwanye was showing me his feelings.

''Good morning, my Rose,'' his voice, now a smooth baritone pilfered through the haze of giddiness inside me.

A small peck was placed at the tip of my nose and at this point, I just wanted to bask in his affections.

Could he get anymore cuter?

I could practically hear a couple of high school girls awing at the background for this scene.

''Morning, Red,'' I smiled softly.

He raised an eyebrow. ''Red?''

I motioned towards his mass of red hair to which he looked at and let out a soft chuckle.

My heart warmed at the sound of his laughter, it was so carefree and real.

He stood up to sit on his legs crisscrossed. ''Now I have a mischievous female, what shall I ever do with you?'' A small smile played at the end of his lips.

I stood up and also sat in the same position. ''You can hold onto me and never let go.'' I meant for it to sound playful but it came out with a hint of desperation.

Dwanye being the Alpha male that he was instantly noticed the change.

I honestly meant what I said. If Dwanye ever let me go, if he ever left me, I don't think I could survive this. Now that he has suddenly appeared back into my life, I needed his support more than ever.

Dwanye's warm features turned into a blank stare. Icy blues turned dark. His hands were clenched so tight, as if he was trying to rein himself in.

I placed my hands on his and tucked a lock of red hair behind his ear. His tense body relaxed at the small smile I managed to pull for him.

Icy blues that was a stormy hue now glazed at me with determination and possessiveness.

''My Rose, hell will break loose before I ever let you go,'' he spoke with so much conviction that I believed him instantly.

''I will rip to shreds anyone that dare to lay a finger on you. I will gather all their bones and break them into smaller pieces to make beads that you would wear with pride on your neck and hair.''

He continued. ''Anytime you would look at those beads, pride will swell in you for your male reduced them to nothing but bones for daring to lay a hand on my Rose.''

I wanted to roll my eyes at his over dramatic words, I really did, but my heart was filled with warmth at his gestures and the lengths he would go to ensure my safety.

I crawled to his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. I looked deep into his eyes and the firm resolve I saw made me make my decision.

I was going to tell him everything.

I placed a small kiss at the tip of his nose. ''Thank you, Red,''

His harsh features smoothened out to a warm expression. He shook his head fondly before he burrowed his head further into my neck and inhaled deeply.

I lost myself to this moment, this warm and protective feeling I felt whenever I was around this male.

He truly was a blessing to my life.

As much as I enjoyed his embrace, I had to do something much more important with immediate alacrity.

I started to squirm out of his hold but Dwanye protested by holding me tighter.

''Dwanye!'' I whined loudly.

''What is it woman? I am trying to enjoy the moment.'' He finally relented on his grip, not before giving me a playful glare.

''I need to do something important,''

His icy blues narrowed at me. ''What?''

''Can you take me to the bathroom please, I want to pee.''



Isn't Dwanye so cute?