As the soft touch of sunlight brushed against my face, I woke up from my sleep, realizing that I was in Kol's arms, and we were on our bed–last night, after our misunderstanding was resolved, Kol called room service and had the seats and mattress changed. The workers were looking strangely at us, which made me hide my face behind my palms, feeling ashamed of my childish behavior.
Beside me, the man whom I love so much, was sleeping peacefully, like a child, with his messy hair adding to his irresistible charm. It was in those untidy locks that his allure became even more captivating, capturing my heart and soul. Those tousled locks, rebelliously falling across his forehead, were a testament to his free-spirited nature. They seemed to have a life of their own, dancing in the morning light
