Martina's POV
I woke up in the same position as I fell asleep with Theo. His head was leaned on my chest while my fingers were tangled in his hair.
The events from last night rushed into my head again. How could I do that to him? I'm stupid and weak. I don't deserve him but I can't let him go again either. I won't let him go ever again. I love him too much for that.
I nuzzle my nose in his hair. His hair smells nice, but I could pass out from how much cologne he uses. He loves cologne so much that he is putting too much. Enough to feel it on 20 meters.
But I love it on him. I love everything about him.
He is perfect in every possible way. His hair is black and so soft. I wonder what he uses. His eyes are so gorgeous. They are blue like an ocean and for some reason, they get darkened
