Chapter Twelve

[Mikho's POV]

I COULDN'T help but run my fingers through her glossy blonde hair. She looks innocently beautiful in her sleep with her pursed cute little red lips. My little barbie. I don't know how it happened, the brat hasn't only gotten under my skin but she has become a part of my whole being. It's as if I find new meaning in waking up every morning by only seeing her little charming face, by feeling the warmth of her hug, or having to taste a feel of her lips.

I thought it would be hard to be around her from the start. This wasn't the life that I'd imagined where I would be. I was going to be a priest. It was absolute. But right now, being with her, I could hardly think of it. It was shoved underground, forgotten. Enna made me embrace this life so easily that my days with her came out natural.