ELENA
Last night was horrible for me. Devon refused to talk to me, and in the end, I stormed out of his room with pain in my heart and confusion clouding my mind. The next morning, I slept until late as it was only dawn when I finally found the sleep coming to sit on my eyes.
I was still lost in slumber when I felt the feather-like touch on my face. My brows creased, and I stirred into sleep. Turning to the other side, I snuggled more into the pillow.
Not a second later, I felt the same touch on my face. I forced my eyes open, but the sleep was not ready to let go of me.
But when soft lips pressed themselves on my forehead, my eyes snapped open only to see the most handsome species smiling down at me.
My heart fluttered at the sight of his charming smile though it was only a small tilt at the corner of his lips.
I wanted to wake up every morning, just to see that face.
"Good morning sweetheart!"
