I wake up feeling something heavy on my chest, I open my eyes and see Yassin's hands, he's holding me tight like a baby. He's so deep in sleep and I swear he looks beautiful and peaceful when he's asleep.
I slept well, I didn't have any nightmares, with him sleeping beside me the nightmares fled away. which is quite a relief, since I hate it when I have nightmares.
Having to wake up every night sweating and panting hasn't been the best of my times, so having a peaceful night even for once, I'm grateful.
The memories of what happened last night come flowing to my mind and I can't help but smile, every touch, every kiss, the sweet nothings that he was whispering to me, the lovemaking, that moment was beautiful.
It was magical.
But I know it's over, I'm still mad at him and still firm on
