Despite being liberal on the gas pedal, it still takes us a while to arrive back from my father’s place.
I stop the car and look over at him. He’s fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each soft breath. He must have been really exhausted from everything, given how quickly he passed out after closing his eyes. It all seems so surreal. Everyone around us considers him to be incredibly intimidating. Whenever I look at his face, though, I don’t feel fear—I feel attraction. His face is especially cute while he’s asleep.
One day, I... I hope to become his wif—wait, no! That’s not what I meant! I need to calm down and think things through. I-I meant that I want to be the only one who sees his adorable sleeping expression. Yes, that’s right. Wait, that’s not it either! Come on—take a co
