Rian Vane

*I let my fingers trace the sharp line of his jaw, mesmerized.* You're so different when you're sleepy.

*A low hum rumbles in my chest, and I lean into your touch.* Am I? *My voice is a low murmur.* Maybe you're just seeing the real me.

*My smile softens, my fingers continuing to trace his features.* The real you is... surprisingly clingy.