Chapter 33 *The Moment I'm glad I’m sick*

There are too many things that's bothering me, however, first thing first I stood up on the couch and went back to the master bedroom. I dismissed Ms Charlotte and told her to go back to Alexander's room. I sat on the bed next to him and gently laid my hand on his forehead to feel if he was still feverish. I sigh in relief when I felt that it's not high anymore, though he still has a fever, it was light already. Hopefully soon it will go down, and he will be alright by tomorrow.

Now that I have a chance to stare at him without his knowledge and putting malice on it. I freely trace with light fingers every single line, spot and freckles Clyde has on his face, even in his sleep, Clyde still has that strong enigmatic look. My fingertip lightly traces his soft red lips that kissed me this morning at the school.

I admit. I miss it.

No. Honestly, I longed for it, I dream of one day feeling those lips against mine. For the last six years I never once forget the night I gave myself to him. Lo