Chapter 10
Ajax Aynen
Waking up, I still can't believe it actually happened. Not to mention it was very intense, like, we've done it countless times. Looking at the sleeping figure beside me, I can't remove the expression, a beyond happy expression, that has been plastered on my face ever since I woke up. I just keep staring at him like my life depends on it, like, if I look away, I would die brutally and very painfully. Still, there's an uncomfortable feeling that is swirling inside my stomach, nagging me about this, that this is wrong, that when he wakes up, he'd get angry and beat me to a pulp.
Yet it feels beyond right and perfect.
But I can tell that something is bothering me. Last night, there was a doubt on his face, like he's avoiding something, his past or something. I need to
