Chapter Twenty Six – London Calling
As Kyla fluted open her eyes, she felt the comfort and safety of a pair of strong muscular arms that surrounded her, the darkness outside the sash window without curtains, told her it was still early morning, no more than 4:30 am. Kyla had a desire to watch the sunrise in her secret garden. She sighed as she looked at the peaceful face of Kermit, to look at him now laid so serenely, you would never know what haunts his dreams, after his tremor last night, he had slept soundly with Kyla in his arms. Her fingers reached out and softly traced his jaw line, she marvelled at his chisel cheekbones, the slight bump on his nose that indicated a break at some point, but rather than detract from his good looks only added to them, his morning stubble dark perf
