In the next morning, I wake up in the bed with him embracing me in his arms, making sure that I stay close to his body. I squirm uneasy because of the coldness radiated from his body, feeling like a it is winter already. I try to lift up his hand slowly from my waist, but he holds it even tightly. I sigh feeling defeated to get away from him. I am still pissed off by him for his action yesterday, making me feel like ignoring him all day. Rolling my eyes and I grip the blanket harder extracting the rage out of me silently. Counting second to second he did not bother to wake up.
‘Didn’t he need to go to work well because I need to.’ Thought to myself.
Wait, if I am late to do the chores, this is all because of him not letting me get out of the bed. I look up at his face, watching this pe
