Prologue

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I try to capture every single detail of his face while he sleeps next to me. Curtains barely prevent any light and rays of the sun flood in to the room showing his freckles. I've never even thought how beautiful he actually is. His gentle eyes closed and soft lips against each other make him look like an angel.

He switches a position, turning to his back. I wonder what he's dreaming. At least, he's smiling a little.

I can still feel the tension and sparkling from the last night when we kissed. Even though it was just a simple kiss it makes me shiver. We had our own kingdom under the blanket while we were hiding others. It was something I will never forget.

And now when I'm looking at his peaceful face I can't come up with a single reason to not love him.

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