Chapter Twenty One: A full heart

Ella

A gentle stroke of my hair wakes me up. My eyes are half open when I find the gorgeous criminal sleeping on his side balancing on his elbow as he strokes my hair. My cheeks burn a hot pink when I realize that he has been watching me sleep.

What if I had my mouth open?

"Good morning my little spitfire." he greets me with the perfect smile I rarely see.

"You should smile more often." I blurt out.

He chuckles as he stands on his feet "For you I will." and that response is enough to knock all the air out of my lungs.

I catch my breath but say nothing. I watch him disappear into the bathroom. After a few moments, he returns, carrying a warm, fluffy towel.

"Ella," he calls me softly, "you've been through so much. It's time to take care of yourself." His voice is gentle but resolute, and I can't help but wonder why he is acting this way.

I'm not complaining. I love it when he does this. The problem is I'm beginning to forget a lot of things as I start to fall for him.

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