Sunshine's POV
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Am I floating? It feels like it.
Did I finally gain the ability to fly after so many years of praying?
I can hear murmurs around me.
Where is it coming from? Is it the birds?
Do birds talk?
I can feels someone touching my hair softly.
I furrow my eyebrows. There's something not right.
Birds don't have hands.
I jerk awake. I sat up and roam my eyes around the room.
Where am I?
I look to my left and there's a floor to ceiling closet. I spy a fridge in front of me and a bedside table.
"Are you finally awake?" I hear a deep masculine voice ask.
I look to my right and saw Greyson sitting beside me.
I furrow my eyebrows. "How come I did not see you and you are sitting literally beside me?"
Greyson shrug his shoulders. "Because you look on the other side instead on my side?"
I nodded. He has a point.
He stare at me,touch my face and his thumb softly caress my prominent cheeks.
"Are you okay now?" He ask softly.
I gave him a two thumbs up.
"You need to eat Precious." Greyson said.
"I don't feel hungry yet." I replied but I immediately realize that it was the wrong answer.
Greyson's eyes darken despite his face has no expression.
Yikes!
"Yup. You're right I am hungry." I agreed immediately.
His eyes magically lighten.
I sigh. That was a close one.
Note to self: Greyson hates to hear the words "not hungry" so don't use in a sentence.
"Come on. Let's eat outside." He offer his hands. I smile at him and accept his offered hand.
He assist me in getting up on the most fluffiest bed that was ever invented.
I am tempted to just sleep the whole day.
"For the record. I love your bed." I blurted out.
Greyson looks back at me and winks. "Can I join you then?"
I blush.
This Mothertrucking Jam.
Greyson smirks when he realize what he said made me fluster.
"Too much?" He ask.
I nodded.
"My secretary made reservations at a restaurant near here if you don't mind."
"As long as there's food I am happy Grey Grey."
I am not picky about my food. In my circumstances I don't have the luxury to choose my food.
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My Quirky Love
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