A sudden ache stirred deep within her womb, coursing through her abdomen the instant his fingers brushed against her skin. What is this feeling? Yet, in a fleeting moment, it disappeared.
She sucked in her breath, her waist wrapped by his large fingers in a protective hold. Dusen held her hand protectively, standing to her right. So it's not his hand that circled her waist. "Careful, princess." A gentle murmur, infused with tenderness, reached her from the left, confirming her suspicions. "It seems you always need my help."
Is this arrogant peacock mocking me?
Dusen's glare shot daggers at Arazhan, wordlessly conveying a message: back of your hand from her. The audacity of this bastard, touching her so intimately when even he refrained from such actions.
Arazhan languidly gave Dusen a look conveying him a message: My intentions are genuine. I only meant to protect her from falling. Arazhan released his hand on her waist, but not before giving a gentle squeeze upon the arc.