One fine morning, Zariah was with Nathaniel who was sleeping peacefully. Her fingers ran through his smooth locks with an everlasting smile.

Drowning in him, in his words, in how much he cared for her, she sank and lost her way to the surface nor did she want to in the first place.

“My, so handsome,”

Whispering, her fingers caressed him, earning a smile from the man who whispered back.

“And all yours,”

“You were awake?”

“Just now, heard an angel calling me handsome which I know I am,”

He chuckled, fingers intertwined with hers to feel the perfection of it as he kissed them as a finest method to...