The Little Girl

Asher's PoV

That woman makes me a different person, even though I've seen her grow from a girl to a mature woman. She's strong but fragile in some ways.

Daphne was still fast asleep when I walked into her room. It's the first time I've walked into Daphne's room like a thief. Her innocent face was like a tiny baby lost in her dreams. Daphne slept curled up with a thick fur blanket covering her body.

I stepped over slowly, not wanting to wake Daphne now. Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the open curtains. I sat next to Daphe's bed and watched her.

Her eyelashes were very long, and her lips were twitching. Maybe Daphne was dreaming right now. I didn't know what she was dreaming about. Was she dreaming about what happened last night?

I rubbed my face, which felt hot. This strange feeling was driving me crazy. I couldn't help myself whenever I was with Daphne. Call it lust, love or madness. I couldn't imagine why I was suddenly so obsessed with her and made her mine. I couldn'