It was the best dream she ever had. Being wrapped on the arms of the man who loves and respects her, the best feeling. If only it can come true. If only she can let herself be consumed by what she feels about Darson, but she can't.
"What the—oh, my God!" Amara exclaimed when she felt a masculine arm wrapped around her waist. Last was not a dream. It was all real. From the time that Arman left for school, until he came back, and after they had their dinner. All of it was real.She felt embarrassed, yet her heart is as calm as a lake water. The smell of mint and aftershave mixed perfectly with Darson's natural body scent. It smells like nature, and it soothes her senses.It's still early for her to wake, but she wanted to prepare breakfast for the two of them. Slowly and carefully, she removed his hand on her waist, and put on her robe. For sure, Arman is still asleep as it is still early for his classes. She was thinking of making some fried ric
