Aimee’s POV
I just finish eating my brunch and decided to clean the house. I go to our bedroom and change the bedsheets. My smile stays on my lips while reminiscing our memories from last night. It’s almost been a month since we’re doing fine. I am genuinely happy about Clyver’s change of behavior.
One time, I woke up in the middle of the night. My eyes dropped at his phone resting on the bedside table. For no particular reason, I opened it. He once told me that he changed his password to my birthday. He said I can open his phone whenever I want to. However, I told him it isn’t necessary because I trust him. But deep down, even I wanted to give him my full trust, I couldn’t avoid overthinking. What happened between us is too fast. Yesterday, he’s a man known by everyone as a playboy and
