42: The Obstacle

It was not unusual for Olivia to wake up in the morning with someone lying down next to her on bed. But there was something different about it—and she loved the change of it.

As the blonde regained her consciousness, she felt an arm wrapped around her bare waist. Wanting to see the owner of the arm, she carefully turned around as she was greeted by a sleeping angel.

Olivia’s hand immediately went to caress the latter’s face, being as gentle as possible as if Dakota’s face was a fragile glass that she would never want to break. It was not her first time to see the gang boss sleep, though she would never get tired of being in awe at her beautifully angelic face. Not to sound like a creep but Olivia would love to watch her sleep for hours.

Her fingers slowly traced the scars on her face. The scar under Dakota’s right eye and through her right eyebrow were still visibly there as it seemed like they would really never go away anymore. There was a horizontal scar on her left cheek though it