#Chapter145
---His Feelings
Rose Hastington
Looking at someone who is currently sleeping might be a little creepy but here I am looking at Max. He insisted to hold my hand while he sleeps to make sure that I won’t go away.
Why do I always get weak when it comes to him?
I caressed his hand and slowly took out my hand from his grip slowly. I kissed his forehead and sat on the sofa. I looked at the time now, it's 1 in the morning. I'm so tired today and my eyes were still puffy and it hurts when I blink.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I felt someone stroking my hair and I slowly opened my eyes. I looked up to see Max’s blue eyes staring at me.
/"How did you get here?/" I asked as I looked at his bed and then turned to him.
/"Sky helped me./" He answered and I nodded.
/"Good morning by the way./" He kissed my cheek and I closed my eyes again. He pulled me close and pulled my head to lean on his shoulder.
