One hundred ten

Sally's POV

I woke up in bed and the first thing I saw was a black curtain that had never existed in my room before. Frowning in confusion, I looked around the room, and it finally dawned on me that this was not my room.

There was a faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air. Why am I in his room? How did I even get here?

Gently rolling back, I felt an arm on my waist. Looking up at the owner of the arm, he was still sleeping soundly, looking so peaceful. I didn't have the heart to wake him or push him away.

Instead, I studied his features, he was beautiful. His parents certainly did a great job producing and birthing him. The way his eyelashes curled beautifully, how warm his chocolate eyes were when he looked at me, his perfect white skin, his sharp nose, his kissable lips (I can say this because I kissed him ), and when he smiled that place would light up.

Ugh… I'm so sad.

“Why don't you take a photo, it will last longer?” He said surprising me.

Well, now that he's awake, I can