Chapter Twenty Three:
Why does being a hero become a thing?
The morning sky
had rise, letting the rays shine through the window and disrupting the sleep that Aeira had. She frowned, in need to move her body to face the other way but she stilled upon feeling a pair of hands holding her down. It took some time to register before she opened her eyes, looking at the sleeping figure of Rayce.
His face was close to hers, pulling her closely to him.
It was probably the time where she had remembered what had happened last night.
Her skin could feel the texture of the comforter, puffing her face into a more deeper shade of red.
No.
They did not do anything rather than sleep, but even before they could shut their eyes—they had talked about things that they had
