My eyes slowly opened eventually yawning. I glanced the surrounding and noticed that I had fallen asleep on the couch. Zane's head was rested on my stomach laying top of me and his arms encircled my figure gently. I ran my fingers through his soft hair massaging. He was snoring slightly. I couldn't help but admire every inch of him. He's the one I found as Mr. Perfect to me. I stared at him remembering everything has happened yesterday. I don't know how does it feel to him, when his mother was mistreated by his own father to have a child like him and he was born as result of ultimate power intention of cruel Smith. Probably, he blames for himself.
I remembered how he broke down in front of my eyes making me sadder. Because, I have never seen that side of Zane. My mind questioned, how did
