Not so long ago he thought they would live happily and the rest would be history. His father and Narissa would finally have no say in anything he did.
A few months after meeting her in person after so many nights of seing her in his dreams, so many days of seeing her at a distance. He finally could call her his. But how could he call her his if he wasn't certain about her life. She lied on this bed for two full weeks now.
His heart yearned to see that smile and small dimples making small holes as a smile was plastered on her beautiful face. Perfectly lined teeth, full plump red lips in lipstick. The way his hands felt against her waist as the swayed across the floor.
