The next morning Mason woke up with a smile on his face, he had slept off while holding Ava last night, this was the first time he was sleeping for two nights consecutively.
He looked at his beautiful wife who was still sound asleep in his arms. The morning sun poured in from the floor-to-ceiling window, the rays of the sun licked on Ava's skin, her blonde hair slightly covered her face, and he gently brushed it away careful not to wake her up.
For the next ten minutes, he watched her, he watched her sleep, drinking her up. He was slowly falling in love with her, he could feel himself slowly falling for her.
He wanted to protect her. He wanted to protect her because she was now his. Ever since last night that she opened up to him about almost being raped, he felt a stronger need to protect her and he still wanted to look for that bastard and make him pay, make him pay for everything he did.
