CHAPTER 23
AILA
I carefully caressed his cheek, running my hands on his beautiful curls that is currently framing his face, brushing his forehead tenderly. He is sleeping soundly, his mouth slightly opened.
I smiled wistfully - I don’t want for him to wake up, yet.
I tucked my hair beneath my ear and leaned down to kiss his forehead, pecking his lips and pulling away abruptly, for I do not want to be tempted of the idea of snogging him quite blatantly without his consent.
Caelon looks so serene when he is like this – asleep on my lap, with no worries about what is going to happen; no worries about my limited time here with him.
I huffed.
How am I going to explain all of these to him?
The question that popped inside my head appears to have alerted him as he shifted on my lap, h
