(From Demetrius's Perspective)
It was twelve when we came back. She bought a lot of things. She looked very happy and seemed to be enjoying herself while shopping. And I liked to see that look on her face.
There was another look that I liked to see too. It was when she would lose her mind in pleasure. It was a look that was only reserved for me.
Sometimes, I liked it when she was scared. The look of pure terror on her face was fascinating. Perhaps I was just crazy.
She had fallen asleep in the bathtub, so I carried her out. She must have been exhausted. I placed her on the bed and wrapped her with the blanket.
"Sleep well, darling," I muttered and kissed her on the forehead.
