The next day Aselia woke up as the fresh smell of breakfast being cooked, wafted in her room from downstairs. She got up and stretched her arms. Looking at the clock she found that it was already 8 am.
She couldn't sleep properly last night. She had gotten used to sleeping near him, especially his heat. Pulling off the blanket she made her way to the cupboard. She chose black jeans and a lilac tank top before heading to the bathroom. Once she had refreshed and changed, she made her way downstairs.
"Morning," she greeted him while entering the kitchen.
He glanced at her and smiled before saying: "Good Morning sleepy Aselia. Did you have a good night's sleep?" She just shrugged her shoulders. She didn't want to say that she missed his warmth.
