Marco p.o.v
When we arrived at my mansion, Zoey had already fallen asleep. I couldn't resist as I stared hard and long at her, and how beautiful she is while sleeping.
The last time I saw her sleeping face was years ago, before the hideous breakup. I winced getting wind of the breakup, I won't lie and say I wasn't affected.
I was traumatized by the event, I felt nausea and dizzy every time I remember Zoey's torn face. It was like the world was closing in on me.
A cute silent noise came from her luscious pink lips, her lips were parted lightly, and her breath came soft and light in a steady rhythm. I chuckled to myself and got down from the car.
Walking around to her side, and gently brought her out of the car. I walked inside the house with my life in my arms, sleeping peacefully
