Zenya’s POV
The next morning I opened my eyes slowly to see that we were in the hotel room. Maybe at midnight, I slept in Greyson’s arms under the Eiffel tower and he may be brought me to the hotel room. It was the most beautiful night I have ever experienced. How a man could be so much romantic? I was afraid that I would lose him. I was greedy for his love. I knew that I had tried to go away from him many times, but after everything that happened, I’ll do everything to keep him with me. Love is an amazing feeling that you will do anything to keep your loved ones happy. A small smile came to my face and I turned around to see the most handsome man sleeping next to me, my favorite sea-green eyes were closed but instead, I ran my fingers through his hair. His stubborn brownish-blackish hair
