Heaven's POV

He slid out of me and laid on the bed, with both of us facing the ceiling, while I threw my right hand on his chest. He became offensively quiet, I wanted to ask him why but I didn't know how.

I just drew circles on his chest, hoping he would end up talking about it on his own.

"No" he restricted me from pinching his n*pples when my fingers got close to them.

"But why?" I became sad, and he didn't respond.

I raised my head, and sat down. on the bed, just so I could observe him and his masculine features properly. I looked at him...