Bringing Joanna's hand closer to his lips, he let himself be immersed in the soothing touch that surged the memory of the past, though it suffocated him when it intersected with the so-called unspoken regret.
For the whole night Canillas barely slept. His eyes were wide open while his sense of hearing was filled with the harmonious rhythm of the even breathing pattern of the lady who was sleeping in his arms.
She looked defenseless, which made him once again remind himself to not let her sleep outside without him by her side. Nonetheless, it was always a blissful moment for him to know that she could sleep soundly with his presence, as if the barrier that she had persistently built was now laid back.
And for the past five consecutive nights, he was engulfed in bliss as she allowed him to hold her in their rest. It was just like how his hand had rested at the moment, caressing her abdomen to ease the pain that should be borne as a woman.
