Alex's thoughts drifted from Mona's backside to a myriad of other things while she slept; it was quiet and dark and the sound of her breathing was soothing. But it wasn't long until a soft sound caught his attention. A low whimper. A soft moan. She moved and kicked the blanket nearly off, and Alex bit his lip. She was bare underneath, except for one of his t-shirts. He'd been looking for that one, actually.
Another whispered sound that could have been his name drew his attention to her face, scrunched up with want, but his gaze returned to her body soon enough. To the hand that ran down her body, to the fingers that slid between her parted thighs.
Gods. Alex moved slowly, not wanting to wake her, but dying to be closer to her. He stretched alongside her; now that she'd moved a bit there was just enough room, and he brushed his fingertips down the inside of her thigh. It was tempting to kiss her, wake her, touch her, but for now, he wanted to see what else she'd do.