Chapter 23: Ayla's POV
Morning came faster than usual, I'm left wondering why he's still asleep. Derrick Ashford does not sleep much. To get my mind off things, I decide to cook. I was humming in the kitchen.
The pancakes were sizzling in the pan, the butter was melting. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air, I don't want to admit that I missed cooking in his penthouse.
I was wearing his shirt.
I didn't know why I kept wearing them, maybe because they smelled like him. Maybe because, deep down, I still wanted to be close to him.
I didn't know anymore.
I loved him, I knew I loved him.
But I was also scared, scared of losing myself, scared of being consumed by him, scared of waking up one day and realizing I'd forgotten who I was.
But I also loved the way he looked at me
