Sheila’s POV

I woke up with Alfredo sitting on the bed, facing the window like he thought of something.

“Still thinking of your night out with my father?" I asked as I pulled up on him, wrapping my hands around his neck with my hands while I crossed him with my legs.

He smelled of cologne, sharp and distinct, added to his underlying ashy smell.

“Not exactly that,” he said, still facing the horizon. The rising sun was a beautiful sight to behold as it stretched its lazy rays across the sky, painting the deep blue sky with stretches of orange and pink.

“What are you thinking of?”

“Nothing exactly....