Chapter Forty Five
Third Person Pov
Anya’s eyes slowly cracked open, she waved her arms in front of her face as she stretched like a cat, feeling oddly tired but when memories from the previous day filled her head, she blushed red as she slowly sat up and relaxed int the bed post.
Her eyes moved around the room, filled with purpose as she searched for something—or rather, someone. But she couldn't find him anywhere and the side of the bed where he had fallen asleep beside her felt so cold.
Which meant he had gotten up way quicker than she had and disappeared like a thief—and he thought she was a runner, how laughable and ironic.
Her nose scrunched up cutely as she perceived something and she glanced towards the foot of the bed to find two strollers of food waiting for her.
When she
