Heyy guys!! I am thinking about creating a playlist for the book, do you have any suggestions??
Which song you will like to listen while reading this book?
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The orange rays of the sun touched my eyes, and sleep left me. I opened my eyes slowly and stared at one of the walls, adorned with white, beige, and golden flowers. His room is truly magnificent.
"Your room is actually amazing!" I mumbled, lost in the grandeur of the architecture.
"Our room, Ayla!" He responded.
I turned to face him and looked into those blue orbs, which were filled with sincerity that I lacked. Suddenly, I felt a pang of doubt: did I truly deserve this sincerity?
"You're going to have all the time in the world to do that," he muttered, piercing me with his gaze.
But a second thought interrupted my mind, his eyes can drown people, but they can't pierce them. A smug look formed on my lips as I thought about this.
"Then you do the piercing work on my behalf," he said with a smile.
"How are you doing this?" I asked, gritting my teeths and frustration creeping into my voice. How could he possibly know what I was thinking?
"Because the general calmness on your face is replaced with a bunch of emotions that are easy to read," he replied, his smile reaching his eyes.
"Let's wake up!" I said, trying to shake off the intimacy.
He hummed and snuggled deeper into the crook of my neck, putting some of his weight on me.
"Leave me..." I retorted, trying to push his hands away.
"If you can try it..." he mumbled, snuggling closer and tightening his hold on my waist.
I jerked his hands off my body, using some force, and stood up straight, distancing myself from the bed.
He sat up straight on the bed, his eyes wide with surprise.
"What?" I uttered, concerned.
"I think I got a cramp!" he exclaimed, rubbing his arm with his other hand.
My eyes widened in alarm. "Shit! I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to!" I apologized, crawling next to him to examine the damage. Oh no, what had I done? I was such an idiot...
"Does it hurt?" I inquired softly, checking his arm for any signs of injury.
"Yeah, a little," he admitted, looking into my eyes.
"Where's the first aid kit?" I demanded, trying to make amends.
