Am I Clingy?

Tristan's POV.

As I looked at her beautiful sleeping face, my hands were eager to caress and feel her skin but I restrained myself.

Despite being a bit drunk, I know my limits.

Her face radiated like a streaming bright moon.

I looked around the room, hundreds of long, slender candles burned in a drifting light, the mystique of jasmine, the light dimly illuminating the room casting its light on her.

I smiled, bending and scooping a handful of her hair that was similar to sunlight.

I gently sat by the bedside which deepened as it received my weight.

My feelings for her are flaming each day, it's ranging into a volcano. I know our marriage wasn't something real but a mere agreement between us, but still, my heart longs for her.

It's been longing for her ever since I found her, though it was unknown to me but I don't know why faith is playing games with me.

I looked at her sleeping face dimly lit by the light and my heart tugged for her.

She's beautiful, courageous, intelligent.