Feelings for her

HAROLD

My eyes fluttered open as I felt a hand around me and also a leg above me. I smiled and turned around on my bed to face her. She was very close to me, her eyes closed, her hair a mess, her lips slightly parted and her soft snores were heard. She was a mess but in a beautiful way.

I smiled and tilted my face forward before pressing my lips on her forehead in a small peck. She stirred and turned straight as I sat straight with my back leaning on the headboard. Previously, her mere presence was enough to annoy me but now it changed, her mere presence is enough to brighten my mood. At first, her talks were nothing but a gruff voice coming out of an ancient radio but now it has turned melodious to my ears. She's being my addiction, my weakness and I know what this feeling is but I strictly don't want to admit it.

I can't put someone's life in danger just to fill my addiction.

No!!

I cannot!

Specially not with Miss Nolan.

She was everytime here, whenever I needed a Specially not with