Time seemed to stop around me. I recognized that voice perfectly.
I turned to look for him.
He stood near the bed with a smirk on his face.
Something about him looked different today. He looked even more handsome, perhaps because of the way he was dressed.
I found myself drawn to the sight. He was not wearing all black like he usually did.
His hair fell over his broad shoulders, and I bit my lip as I looked at him. He looked different, in a good way.
I bit my lip again, harder this time, when I remembered he could hear my thoughts. He was now looking at me with a raised brow.
He walked up to me and placed a kiss on my lips.
“And why is my lovely lady smiling so much today?” he asked.
“I do not smile often, or do I?” I replied, avoiding his gaze.
A small smile touched his lips, an
