I can't help but feel so wrong as he just lays there fast asleep. What was worse I had become his personal pillow. Obviously our minds were not in sync, because this was not what I thought he wanted to do. 

"He is intentionally messing with me."

How could he even sleep? Was I not sexy enough? I was wearing his shirt for god's sake. Definitely it's not easy to seduce someone, especially him. 

"Why am I still awake? This is torture."

My fingers found it's way towards his sharp eyebrows. They were so thick. Why does my heart race every time my eyes travels from the bridge of his nose and down to his soft lips?

"Bewitching demon!"

That's it. No other explanation for my condition. 

The more I stare at his sleeping figure the more I resented him for falling asleep before me. 

"Maybe I should steal a kiss?"

I can feel my face heating up at my shameless thoughts but that dreadful "why not" gave me courage.  That's it. It's been decided. I'm going for it. Trying my best to move his head that was laying comfortably on my legs, I told myself that if he woke up then it was not meant to be.  

"YES! Success!" I could not believe that he is still asleep. I  could have sworn that after his first moan that I had failed but seeing his eyes were still tightly shut assured that my ninja-like skills was better than I had thought.

As I now sit beside him my next dilemma was how should I kiss him? A quick peck? A lingering soft kiss? Should I hover over him or kiss him from here?

"Why is it so hot in here?"

"Just breathe...breathe...okay!"

My decision to hover over him was a brave one but it was the only position where I could align my entire lips with his. 

"I must be so greedy but hey....go big or go home."

"You are now my sleeping beauty...but just don't wake up."

The closer I leaned in the shakier my arms were but there was no turning back now. As my lips finally reached it's destination I could see his eyes slowly open. However, my ninja-like skills did not pertain to speed for he grabbed onto me before I could shamelessly pull away. 

"This is considered sexual harassment."

What am I suppose to do now? Caught red handed. There was only one thing to do in this situation; push the blame on him. 

"I was bewitched."