The next morning again I woke up in his arms with him staring at my sleeping figure.
God, does he even sleep? I never saw him sleeping, except for in his drunk states. I’ve started to believe that he is a vampire or something similar to it. Maybe that's why he never sleeps.
The same could be the reason why he doesn't want me in his life. What if he has some vampire girl in his life, whom he couldn’t introduce to his parents, and that's why he wants me to stay so he could protect her. This thought was enough to turn my mood bitter. He was still staring at me. I immediately separated my body from his and stood up with a sour expression. I picked up my clothes from the floor. All this time his eyes were on me.
Studying my every move carefully. He hasn’t uttered a single word from his mo
