THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Dayne Jamila's POV
I woke up the next day with Dylan still staying beside me.
Last night might be a nightmare but seeing his face the moment I opened my eyes already erased that bad dream.
"Good morning. How was your sleep, Dylan?" I asked. I wonder how he sleeps while sitting. It's not a comfortable position after all.
"I haven't slept last night. I just watch over you," he said casually then he yawned.
"A-are you s-serious?" I asked again... he just nodded.
Oops... what have I done? I just made him sleepless! It is such a shame, I am sleeping comfortably while he is awake the whole time.
"Wait for me here. I will prepare our breakfast," he said.
But before he could finally walk away, I reached and held his hand.
"Thank you for staying beside me. Thank you for watching over me. Let me prepare our breakfast as my way of saying thank you." I said sincerely.
