Annabelle's POV

After lunch, we cuddled together on the queen-sized bed. There was so much more to catch up on that we just didn't want to do anything else. He was like an addiction and I could stay in his arms forever.

"I'm so full. The last two days, I hardly had the appetite to eat anything," I admitted. He nodded too.

"I know what you mean. If Tristan wasn't there, I too wouldn't have eaten anything," he admitted.

"I'm so sorry Stefan," I repeated knowing that this was all my doing. Stefan kissed my forehead

"It's okay, babe. It's now in the past. Let's now look ahead and think...