Chapter 67
Waking up beside Emerson has become my habit now. We ate cookies yesterday and drank some milk. Rose and I went to sleep early because we drank milk. It makes us very sleepy. Also, we didn't have anything to do. Sleep engulfed me faster the other night. The sun didn't touch Emerson's face, as he is a damned soul. I would really love to see how his face seems under sunlight. " What are you looking at?" Emerson murmured, opening his eyes. " Nothing. There's nothing to look at." I clamped my lips tightly to stop the laugh. Emerson narrowed his eyes, and his phantom hands attacked me. I threw my hands and legs to stop the phantom hands that were tickling me to death. " Stop!" I laughed. " My stomach is aching, Emerson!" I shouted. Emerson chuckled, and then his phantom hands stopped. I gasped
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