When Marissa woke up in the morning, she was lying on his shirtless body, still warm in his embrace.
"Se*xy!" She whispered and left the bed in high spirits after kissing his cheek.
Last night after getting done with the story, he joined her on the bed. Marissa who was twisting and turning before his arrival, didn't take time to get into deep sleep.
It was almost a miracle.
A woman who couldn't sleep peacefully in the last four years felt relief and instantly used to fall asleep in his arms.
While taking a shower, she remembered something from her sleep. She couldn't tell if it was a dream, or if it really happened.
While combing his fingers through her hair, he had spoken very softly, "Marissa! I don't know if after all this struggle you would choose me or not. But I'll always choose you, love. Sometimes I get so scared. What if by the end of all this struggle, you don't choose me? Where will I go?"
