Mystic came awake slowly. Warmth surrounded her, and made her feel safe and secure. She opened her eyes and looked around her. Light filtered through a tiny gap created by the heavy curtains on the window. She looked down at the masculine arm that was draped around her waist.
Mystic smiled. He held her like that the whole night, as if he was afraid that she would run away from him. But she wouldn’t. Not after last night.
Last night was …it was like the second chance she never dreamed would come.
Mystic turned around and faced him. His arm tightened around her for a few seconds.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered to him. He relaxed his arm and went back to sleep. Mystic stared at him. His face was relaxed. Gone were the tight lines around his mouth and eyes. He always looked so
