CHAPTER 64
The next day…
DIMITRI
Here comes another busy day. It would have been better if Azalea allowed me to call her; however, my honey refused to be bothered early in the morning. If I insisted on calling her, she’d be mad again. I wonder why she was so bad-tempered and irritable in the morning, turned cold the rest of the day, then hot at night time.
I missed her moist lips' saccharin sweetness this morning and her district smell. I closed my eyes, and I could almost imagine her beside me, but I instantly opened my eyes when her voice manifested in my imagination, "Dimitri, you're so gross!"
I smiled almost at the point of laughing, shaking my head. I was so amazed at myself for becoming so obsessed and addicted to my honey.
I checked the time on my wristwatch to take my mind
