PROLOGUE
My past may be bitter and sorrowful, but it doesn't mean it'll be in the future. The agony of rejection and the bitter taste of the love I once knew hunt me, until I met him. Little did I know, he stitched the wound that's been tormenting me for so long, and then I woke up one day it's no longer bleeding.
"Baby, are you happy?" he whispered while giving me feathery kisses from my cheek down to my shoulder.
While his hands traveled from my arm down to my hips, the aroma of the newly blended coffee he made got me addicted.
"Happy doesn't come close to what I truly feel right now." I genuinely answered while holding a cup of coffee.
