I half expected him to be gone by the time I woke up, but a part of me was glad he stayed.
His hands moving through my hair in a gentle manner and I purred.
I mentally slapped myself until I heard his chuckle. I moved back a bit so I could look at him properly.
He looked so pretty when he laughed but his face was always set in a hard line.
He paused as if he realised what he was doing and looked at me.
"You should laugh more often" I said and burrowed my head into his chest.
"Hmmmm"
The events of last night came flashing back and my mood soured.
He rubbed my back.
"Don't beat yourself. It wasn't your fault"
I scoffed. "Then whose fault is it? Yours"
"Let's not do this"
"Maybe it is your fault. If you hadn't taken me from my parents, I wouldn't be here in the first place and no
