CCXII. I Can't Sleep

"What's her name...?" she asked, in a whisper. 

"What? Why do you want to know? I'm sure you don't know her..." 

"I just want to know how the woman who stole your heart is called... I have no bad intentions, I ask only out of curiosity..." she continued, sad.

"She's called Freydis" Dag replied, sighing.

"Freydis... it's a beautiful name! I'm sure she's as gorgeous as a ray of sunlight in the morning..."

"Why are you doing this, Claire? You're just making things a lot harder" Dag exclaimed, noting that she was starting to cry.

Before he could totally lose control of the situation, he impulsively hugged her, clutching her tightly.

She continued to cry, resting her face on his shoulder, while Dag stroked her back.

As soon as there was a minimum of physical contact, his body began to shake and he got goosebumps.

He felt her warm breath on his shoulder and knew that if their gaze crossed again, he would not be able to resist.