DARIEL’S POV:-
I was getting ready for work in the morning. Holding my hand out of Saafia who moved behind and helped me wear my waistcoat. I couldn’t help but to scrutinize her form, small compared to mine.
Popping to the front, she was closing the buttons as I was staring at her as usual, wanting to rake my fingers in her hair.
How would it feel?
“Mister Cannedy.” She called after buttoning my waistcoat.
“Yes, Missus Cannedy?”
Smirking, I slid my finger under her chin and lifted it so she could see the way I was looking directly into her soul.
She tilted her head in confusion to which I shrugged my shoulders monotonously.
“When you are not calling my name then why would I?”
She smiled faintly, shaking her head and went to take my coat, helping me wear it and not understanding
