Vicky looked in the mirror and watched Tyler use the hair dryer on. For some unknown reason, the sight looked rather hilarious.

Suddenly, she recalled how she once used to dry his hair for him when she took care of him not long ago. The heat from the hair dryer felt warm and comfortable.

After the hectic night, Vicky felt her taut nerves easing into comfort as she slowly grew groggy. Not long after, she dozed off.

Tyler only noticed that she fell asleep after having dried her hair. He bent down and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

Vicky frowned at the sensation that disrupted her dozing off. She moved her head to the side and mumbled, “Tyler, stop it… I’m very sleepy…”

Every morning after Tyler woke up, he would shower her with kisses to wake her up.

Hearing this, Tyler stopped and carefully lifted her, looking down at her serene sleepy face.

All of a sudden, he recalled how she tried to ask him a question but did not finish.

‘Tyler, are we…’ Halfway through the question, she stopped and said, ‘Never mind.’

Truth be told, he knew what she was asking about. She wanted to know if they were in a relationship, or if they were just friends.

did not answer her, not because he did it deliberately but because he thought the status of their

she was the one he wanted, he labeled her as his. Thus, it did not matter to him if she was his woman, girlfriend, or

He wanted her.

or not, she could

woman, and no one could steal her away

arms like a boy who finally got his favorite toy. The difference was that

first thing that he wanted

carried her back to his

had only known each other for a short period…but he did not

she, too, loved him in return—not

would start by letting her into his

she had asked him once if he was mean to her because he was afraid of letting

this moment, he

his world,

no longer empty. He embraced

head hurts

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