Rian's POV:
I woke up the next morning feeling the sun peeking through my lashes. I really want to cover it with my hands but I can't move. I looked down my body and I found my arm under a big and muscular arm that belongs to my husband.
An involuntary smile crept on my lips as I remembered the happenings from last night. I tried to pull my hands and looked beside me to see the figure of my sleeping husband.
I lifted my hand to his soft messy hair, down to his forehead and perfect sculptured nose. I can't believe what was happened a few weeks ago. It started it all from the drunk man on the beach who was tried to rape me.
I'm always imagining this from the very beginning since I admit to myself that I love him. Waking up in the morning with him beside me. Holding me tightly as if he never wants to let go of me. And this time, it finally happened. He's now sleeping beside me, peacefully. He still had a furrowed eyebrows and his lips were parted slightly.
