Trish POV
It’s nice to wake up without a heavy heart. It’s 10 am, but we are still in bed. Andrew's still sleeping. We slept almost 3 am, and it’s alright to wake up late.
I looked at Andrew closely, while his set of eyes were still closed.
After so many mornings that I woke up not wanting to look at him, this time it’s different. I want to stare at his handsome face and take note of every detail of it.
Admittedly he’s really good-looking. It’s the kind that if he’s in a room with many stunning men, he would still stand out. The four years that I was not able to see him just added more charisma to the man. He became more mature as small fine lines appeared on the flesh between his eyebrows and laugh lines but instead of damaging his appearance, it even defined his facial features, maki
