I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night. We are in the same bed cuddling like what a normal couple does.?
But we aren’t. He calls me his possession, he calls me his woman, but he never says he loves me nor admits it. We aren’t dating.??
I watch him sleep and touch his peaceful face, then I softly speak to him, “Why can’t we be like any other? Do I really have to compromise?”?
I am surprised when I hear his voice, “Can’t sleep?” he asks.
I remove my hand from his face, but he grabs it and kisses me gently on my lips. Then he pulls me and wraps his arms around me.?
When he does, my heart leaps like a horse, while his heart sounds so peaceful. How can he be so calm being next to me while I feel like burning just the sight of him??
Maybe I am the only one who is ma
