“Shit! Damn me… Why did I run away like that? Gosh, how am I going to face him again?”
Inside her warm room, rubbing her face on the pillow, Amelia was regretting her life choices after she fled away from the spot in a flash, as soon as Aziel released her from his embrace. She couldn’t gather enough courage to glance up at him with her embarrassed face. Her nose tip, supple cheeks, and earlobes had turned flustered red, making her look like a goofball of shyness.
However, she also couldn’t deny the heartwarming comfort she had experienced as he allowed her to weep, wrapped in his embrace. The grasp of his strong arms around her waist, with the intoxicating scent of his cologne, left an unforgettable impression on Amelia. For the first time in her 23 years of life, someone made her heart feel so secure.