CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
It was probably nine in the morning when my eyes fluttered open, the sunrays falling onto my face. I was about to move when I realized my head was lying on Ryan’s warm chest and he had his arm around me. Time felt as though it had come to a standstill as I slowly raised my gaze to look at him and of course he was still asleep. How did we even end up in this sleeping position?
That moment right now felt so perfect and watching his sleeping face, it was hard to imagine he was the same mean man who had the habit of degrading me every chance he got. Right now, he looked like the most peaceful man on earth, one that could even hurt a fly. Innocent reeked off his sleeping face that for a moment right there, I was tempted to snap a picture. Shaking those thoughts off my hea
