บท 73: 73- Her Only Haven

Marissa thought she was dreaming. She had dreamed about him for so long during the last four years. Lying beside her and telling her things she longed to hear in her reality but couldn't. 

He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his washboard nak*ed chest was so close to her that she could easily move forward and lick it. She could touch and feel it. Just like she used to do when they were together.

She propped up on one elbow and eyed him with uncertainty. 

"What are you looking at?" He murmured looking into her eyes. His hand raised and held the long black hair lock in his grip that was touching his cheek.

"I'm trying to understand if this is a dream or reality," she tried to control her tears, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," his hand got up to hold her chin, "I missed you too, strawberry…"

Her lips curled up in a smile and he couldn't move his eyes away from her face, "You are so beautiful."