Bab 81: SYLUS: Her Angel

By the time I finally decided to walk into my bedroom, I was met with Harley, who was curled up under the duvet, fast asleep. It was currently twelve p.m., and I'd spent the entire day in my office, adamant about avoiding her at all costs.  

I've thought it through, and it just wasn't worth it. If I was going to get over this feeling, I needed Harley out of my life as quickly as possible, because even just standing here and staring at her, curled up so beautifully in that bed, I had the urge to slip in with her, wrap myself around her, and breathe in her scent. Hold her to sleep and wake up with her in my arms.  

Fuck it!

I turned with frustration only to bump into a little figure who stood with a teddy in her arm and the other free hand rubbing her sleepy eyes. 

I arched a brow, tilting my head curiously at the girl, Hana.  

"Mr…Angel?" she mumbled. I still couldn't understand what made this little kid think I was some kind of angel.