Con Artist| 84

I woke up with Theo's arms wrapped around me, and his scent engulfing my nostrils, with a happy sigh, I raised my head happily and looked at him.

"You're awake?" I asked as I touched his light stubble growing on his face.

"Mhm," he replied and I softly massaged his temples.

"What are you thinking of?" I asked him as I sat on his lap, he sat up straight and hugged me pressing his face on my boobs, I giggled as I carried on massaging his temples. "You can tell me," I whispered.

"I wasn't close to her, yet I feel so heartbroken," he mumbled against my chest and I spread my fingers through his hair, rubbing his head hoping to release some tension.

"It's natural to feel that way, death of a family member isn't one to not feel anything over it," I replied and he hugged me tighter. I felt my chest becoming wet and I raised his head, kissing his tears.

"She was horrible, put me through the worst with her husband, she would do anything her husb