Chapter 22 Meeting His Friend

• Eve
• I wake to the sound of bird chirping in the early morning. We lay side by side on the couch facing each other; Chris on the outer edge, I was sandwich between him and the backrest. His right arm snake under my neck holding me in his embrace. His other arm rested on my waist.
• Chris is still peacefully asleep, still holding on to me. I smile feeling content as the memory from last night came rushing in. He opens his eyes abruptly and peck me on the lips. I blush and hit his chest, which he laughs audibly.