112. CAN YOU FORGIVE ME?

Darian didn't sleep in the room, he knew Lena was mad at him and he chose to respect her feelings by staying away from her all through the night.

In the morning, he leaned against the doorway, the courage to open the door had seeped out of him. He had never been like this, he'd always been the authoritative type and he always got away with whatever he did. But with Lena, the story was different. He cheated on her, and he felt so bad about it. Sighing softly, he pressed the doorknob, opening the door to the bedroom. He slipped in and walked towards the bedside.

Lena was still sleeping when he got in, he wanted to get close to her, comb her hair with his fingers and place soft kisses on her hairline. But he couldn't do that when she was so mad at him. He fed his eyes with the beautiful sight of her sleeping. He quickly glanced away when she stirred on the bed, she stretched out her arms and let out a soft yawn.

"Good morning," he greeted her when their eyes locked, hoping she'd reply to