Day twenty one.
Where he became possessive.
March 26.
I was about to stretch my arms but something is restricting me to move.
My eyes automatically gazed on my waist where a pale hand rest. What the heck? I was about to scream on the top of my lungs but then as if a snap, everything that happened yesterday flashed before my eyes. I flipped on the other side, making me see a very calm and relaxed Shawn. His mouth is slowly parted as he was leaving some soft snores.
My hand absentmindedly reach for his hair as I stroke it very carefully. Looking at him in this state makes me see his vulnerable side. I think I got caught in my own mind, which absentmindedly made me stop from stroking his hair. His forehead creased as he released a groan of protest.
"No, don't stop..." he
