I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night. We are in the same bed cuddling like what a normal couple does.

But we aren’t. He calls me his possession, he calls me his woman, but he never says he loves me nor admits it. We aren’t dating.

I watch him sleep and touch his peaceful face, then I softly speak to him, “Why can’t we be like any other? Do I really have to compromise?”

I am surprised when I hear his voice, “Can’t sleep?” he asks.

I remove my hand from his face, but he grabs it and kisses me gently on my lips. Then...