“Because…I like you the way you are,” I replied before smiling at him.
Reality was harsh and Hayden was far from the standard guy in my dream. He was demanding, intimidating, bold, hot yet cold, devilish but looked like an angel, a mafia but also a caring doctor and so many more contradictions that I still couldn’t understand; however, if he was any different, this man standing next to me wouldn’t be Hayden anymore.
“Sounds good. The other one isn’t bad, but I would turn too many heads if I looked like that,” Hayden joked.
“I guess you already turn many heads…” I mumbled, realizing his words to be true.
“True,” Hayden said like it was nothing.
“Do you think my work is good enough?” I asked as my eyes returned to focus on my sketches.
“Good enough for…?” Hayden asked as he hugged me softly from behind.
