When Cyrus stepped out of the bathroom, Heather was already asleep. Even though she had slept like a log this afternoon till night. She still didn't have enough sleep from the past two days that they worked on the projects to be presented.
And then she just have to wake up with that shoot out, she is surely very tired.
He sat down on the side of bed that she did not occupy and watched her sleeping face.
He could feel himself changing, yet as compared to before where he hated it to the core. He didn't mind it at this point.
Even if he were to keep on changing in the future and it would be because of Heather, he no longer found himself hating it.
Instead he was starting to look forward to it.
To how much more will he change because of her influence. And who will he become once he changed into that person.
He found himself reaching out to her face, fixing her hairs that strayed to her face.
