I woke up the next day with Dark beside me still sleeping like a baby. His face was so calm.
I trace my pointing finger from his thick brows down to his luscious lips. Those lips that always make me shiver each time he kissed me.
I sighed and looked at him with a sad smile. He really liked me. As in like. Not just lust.
I was about to sit up when he suddenly stirred, hugged me tightly and then slowly opened his eyes. His eyes landed on mine immediately.
“Good morning,” he greeted with a hoarse voice.
“Good morning,” I greeted back with a sly smile.
We’re just looking at each other, waiting for one of us to speak.
“I’m sorry,” we both said in unison. We both chuckled after.
“I’m sorry. For not believing you.” I paused and bit my lower lip. “I don’t want to put a meaning to all
