Ivanna
The warm and bright morning sun rays disturb my sleep, I stir on the bed with a soreness in between my legs. I love this feeling in the morning. It's not like I didn't live it that morning-- I did but messed up the entire thing.
I open my eyes with a wide smile hoping to see Christian's eyes on me. But, to my surprise, he is half laid next to me resting his back to the headrest of the bed and his eyes are glued to his phone instead of me.
Seriously!!
Wasn't he looking at me that morning until I woke up? Or was it only for the first time? Now, I'll have to get used to it? I frown, gritting my teeth. He doesn't even realise that I was awake. I deliberately move on the bed to get his attention.
And it works. He glanced at me for a second.
"Hey, good morning," he says, doing somet
