*Alina POV*
That was closest to making love as others would call it. Phoenix was so gentle and considerate even though I knew he was dying to throw all his emotions into showing me how much I mean to him he held himself back with fear of hurting me. He was so gentle but still made sure I was satisfied. We just lay in bed. Phoenix is holding me, somehow I can feel so much strength coming from the lightest touch. I don't know how many times I have to tell him I am fine physically.
I stare up at the white ceiling. The moon is barely a slit and produce very little light in through the windows but I feel like I can see every single imperfection in the paintwork. Does going blind then regaining sight somehow improve your vision. Phoenix is sleeping peacefully beside me but I just can't slee
