Miracle
Leonel sighed contentedly and fell onto the bed. I lay beside him, gazing up at him with a smile.
"You make me happy," he whispered, cupping my face. "I don't regret making you mine. And I am hopelessly in love with you.”
We snuggled up close and I smiled, loving his touch, his nearness, and most importantly, his words. His eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed, surrendering to the warmth and comfort of our embrace. He nestled his head into the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight.
In an instant, his gentle snores filled the air. I thought to myself that s*x always seemed to knock men out.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and when I glanced at it, I saw my aunt Suzanne's name. I felt an intense feeling of anxiety, feeling hot and cold at
