MIA
Thirteen years later -
The rambunctious blaring of the alarm clock Viktor planted on his side jarred me out of my sleep. Why on earth would he want to wake up at 5 in the morning?
And why the hell was he against my sleep?
“Viktor...” I nudged him a little, and in response, he only groaned.
“Ugh. I don’t understand why you even set it up,” I grumbled, untangling my limbs from the naked heap of our bodies and crawling over to his side to turn it off.
When I tried to fall back, Viktor had his arms wrapped around me and held me against his chest. Every inch of my skin was plastered to his. He slowly opened his heavy-lidded blue eyes to smile at me.
I have fallen asleep and woken up beside him infinite of times, and in every one of those times, Viktor has managed to look at me wi
