{'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned. Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.'}
ARISA
I woke up with a tranquilizing touch. As I fluttered my eyes open little by little, I thought that I had awakened to another reverie, witnessing a beauteous girl smiling charmingly at me with a pair of dimples on her cheeks. She was stroking my hair softly while her other hand was tracing my face tenderly. Half of her body was hovering over my side while she was gazing at me as if I was the one who was preoccupying her own dreams.
"Good morning," my angel greeted harmoniously, dipping down to place a kiss on my lips.
My mouth curved up between our coupled lips, absorbing how enticing her morning flavor was. I cupped her face with both of my hands and kissed her back passionately.
"Morning,"
