#Chapter77
Sophie's POV
I stretch, refusing to open my eyes and wake up from the amazing dream, when I feel something warm and heavy on me.
Snapping my eyes open, I spot the familiar curls on my breasts.
No. Fucking. Way.
Wide awake now, I lay there immobile.
It wasn't a dream?
He murmors something and moves his head a bit, getting more comfortable, and I just lay there, taking it all in. After seven months, I wake up to this again.
Indescribable feeling of pure joy spreads through my body, and a grin breaks out on my face.
He's here.
Wait, does that mean that Tom...?
I gulp and throw my head on my pillow, covering my eyes with my hand.
No.
I can't believe I was stupid enough to trust him! And he went and did that to me, what a poor excuse of a human.
He must've seen that I wasn't very well on the inside, that I was hurt, even if he didn't know why, and he could still do that to me.
