|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
I woke up the next morning with peace and lightness in my chest. And when I saw Lorenzo’s calm expression, a smile wounded my lips at the sight of him. I rose a bit on the bed, inclining my body with the support of my left hand as I gazed at Lorenzo who was lying on his stomach. A soft chuckle escaped my lips when I realized he slept this way.
My hand seemed to have a mind of its own and it found its way to reach for Lorenzo’s hair and try to fix it. And I was amazed when I got to touch his hair. It's smoother and silky than my own! How unfair! I wonder what kind of soap he was using to have hair like this. I continued playing on his hair, never minding I might wake him up or what. I was having a good time when my mind drifted to the reason why he was here
