The days that followed were amazing. Larissa smiled to herself as she watched Bruce sleeping next to her on the floor. They didn’t move back into the room since the night it was trashed. Being on the floor felt right. Like they were in their own little world, and no one could touch them as long as they remained there.
She ran her finger over Bruce’s brow. His lids twitched as if he felt that she was touching him even in sleep. Larissa smiled, leaning close to kiss his lips. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her.
“Why are you not sleeping?” he asked groggily.
“It’s morning already. We have to wake up, because my family is coming,” she said. Bruce opened one eye, and stared at her.
“Already?” he asked with a sigh. “I thought I still had more days to have you to myself.”
Larissa
