Sena's POV
It's my fifth day of waking up here on Rex's haven.
I always gave him a cold treatment.
But I hate myself for feeling guilty afterwards. For feeling guilty and sad every time I saw his disappointed look, every time I hear his long sighs, and every time I saw how lonely and hurt he is whenever I'm not talking to him.
He always cook delicious food for me. Prepare the tub before I take a bath. Sing a song for me and kiss the top of my head every time he thought that I'm already asleep.
Those sweet actions of him are starting to wreck the wall I build between us.
But I know that this is all wrong. I can't just let him in on my life again that easily.
Now here we are, sitting side by side on a long sofa. Wide inches apart.
"Sena do you really mean it
