Bab 101: our expectations

I just kept looking at him, he was handsome even when he was sleeping and had such thick beards, even as long as I knew him, this was the first time I saw that he had a long mustache and beard, but it was cute, making my hand reflexively comb it with my fingers.

Sometimes I still can't believe that now we are together again after yesterday the atmosphere still felt sad, like there was no hope.

I can't deny that his presence always brings goodness and luck to me, he is like my angel who helps me, even though he is very fragile.

If I were in his position, maybe I would be very traumatized, by the death of his mother, then Isabella who even committed suicide while pregnant, all of that was quite cruel. It's no surprise that the wealth he has means nothing to him because it's not what he needs.

My hands slowly caressed his bare, muscular, slightly hairy chest, moving along with his calm breathing, making me not want any of this to pass.