Aden Clarkson
He enters the restoration room. His inner beast sips on the sadness swirling around her.
"I've been looking for you." Strong arms wrap around her waist.
He'd like nothing more than to take her pain, sorry, and sadness from her, and as a badge of loyalty and honor, he'd wear it for eternity.
She wipes the wet release of emotions from her face. "And now, you've found me."
Aden cradles her against his muscular frame. "You smell good." He nuzzles her neck, which only makes him want to get closer to her.
"What are you doing?"
Aden's inner gargouille takes in her sweet, palatable scent along with the sadness that still swirls around her.
"Working on a restoration project my uncle started." She motions to the book in front of her on the workbench.
"You know how to restore old books?" Aden brushes the hair away from her neck, so he has a better view and access.