The next morning, Jayson woke up late for a change. He had the best sleep of his life. He found the place beside him empty. Where did she go? He got and checked the en-suite. She wasn’t there. Freshening up, he went to look for her downstairs.
He saw her looking so refreshing and beautiful in a white sundress with her hair wet from a shower. She was so busy making breakfast that she didn’t see him. Jayson could get used to this every day. He didn’t feel lonely and depressed any more after spending a day with her at his home. He wanted to come home to her every day.
For six years, he had no one to share his life with. He worked like an automaton, burying all his feelings deep down. Now that she was here, he felt alive again. With a sprint to his steps, he stood behind her in the kitchen
