"I'm breaking my boundaries for you, I'm boxing every negative thought of mine, I'm literally going my way out for you...please don't hurt me."
"Never. I'll never hurt you, Myra. Just trust me, I'm mafia, but I'm not a monster."
"I can't believe it...
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My heartbeat quickened as soon as he placed his lips on my palm, holding it in his hand. I felt a rush of emotions, like a whole zoo in my stomach. His touch was so soothing and beautiful.
I wanted more, but I couldn’t find the words to ask for it. He looked up at me with a smile, his hand still resting on my stomach. He gently placed my hand back in his hair and said, “Continue your magical work,” making me chuckle at his cuteness. I resisted the urge to pull his cheeks, blushed, and obeyed his request.
Within a few seconds, he fell asleep on my lap as I applied balm to his forehead. A small smile spread across my face as I watched him sleep like a baby. Even in his sleep, he looked so adorable.
I ran my fingers through his silky hair, feeling content. I couldn’t explain why being close to him made me so happy. He had an intimidating presence, but being near him brought me joy. It was a strange feeling, but one I couldn’t deny.
I always used to get scared of the high-pitched voices of intimidating personalities, but no one seemed to care. However, I could see him being gentle with me, I could see gentleness. I could feel it. But why? I wondered, staring at him.
To be honest, I could easily spend my whole life watching him sleep on my lap and stroking his hair like this. It brings a unique warmth to my heart. However, I can't help but wonder if it's appropriate to feel this way about my boss. Nevertheless, I can't control my heart and mind.
Lost in my thoughts, I recalled our first conversation. He was clearly upset that day. I could feel the pain in his voice even though I didn't see his eyes.
But when I saw him, unaware that he was the stranger I had met in the garden, I felt a sudden pull towards him and his eyes. His blue eyes were definitely the most beautiful I had ever seen, but it wasn't just their beauty that captivated me; they were also incredibly expressive. His eyes clearly showed the pain he hid behind his intimidating nature. I could see the pain, the suffering in his eyes.
