My cheeks was so warm. A steady, strong heartbeat continued to thud beneath my ears, awakening me from my dreamless slumber. So he hadn't left me... yet. God, I felt like a zombie rising form the seventh hell. I slowly opened my eyes, and as soon as I realised where I was, the numbness I felt the other night slowly came back. This was our last day in Paris.
A smooth muscular chest with a Celtic cross tattoo filled my vision. Dylan's hands smoothened the hair out of my face and when I looked at him, mixed emotions was written all over his face. This was the first time that I saw him so vulnerable. So unlike the Dylan whose emotion were guarded before. I smiled at him warmly that made me feel odd, but I forced myself. This would be the last time, after all...
His green eyes carefully searc
