Chapter 72 The Making Of A Monster

It wasn’t the first time Mia had slept in his room in the past months, but it was the first time he woke up and didn’t find her in his arms. He wanted to always wake up to her in his arms, sleeping soundly, mumbling sweet nothing. Then he would spend the first hour of waking, playing with her curly, coarse red hair. When she’d finally wake to stare at him with her adorable amber eyes kissed by the sun itself, he’d smile and greet her. Those routines got him ready for the day.