FORTY SEVEN

=ASHLEY's POV=

I stretched my hand to hug Clifford but I couldn't find him. I open my eyes and I can't see him. I roll my eyes and look around but he is gone. Am I hallucinating last night? No, he came here last night and I am sure. Is that a dream? But why could I still smell his scent that stuck in my bed?

I held my body wrapped in the blanket. I simply smile when I feel that I don't have any covering. He went last night and we make love and that's not a dream. Everything is true. Will that ever happen again?

To see his smile again. To feel the warmth of his embrace again. To hear from him again that he loves me. I hope it will happen again.

Hopefully, every time he is drunk instead of hurting me he will ask me to make love with him in a way that is full of love. So, my painful past will slowly remove. I hope he still loves me even though he's drunk. Because I, I love him dearly no matter what he will do for me. I sighed then got up as the blanket