Adriana's POV
I woke up the next morning, and the first thing I did was untangle Draven's arm that was slumped around my waist before turning around to face him. I glanced at his face and smiled a little, admiring his features, starting from his perfectly structured jawline, and onto his soft lips that felt like heaven when pressed against mine. He was good-looking; I'll give him that.
But like I said, looks aren't everything. He's got anger issues-big ones at that and he needs to change that if he ever wants to become a better person. But then again, who am I to have a say in all of this, right?
"Morning, doll face." His raspy voice almost made me melt in my position, and I narrowed my eyes as he flickered his eyes open.
"Were you pretending to sleep?" I made a face, and he
