Aaric pressed his palm on top of his forehead and thought for brief moments before he looked at her crying expression and could not help but feel his heart ache for her. No matter how much eager he was to be with her but he was in no agreement of forcing himself on her even if she was in a drunk state.
"Don't you want to shower?"
"I want to!" Sasha crossed her hands in front of her chest and sobbed. Her eyes had turned red from crying. How could Aaric bear to let her cry more? So without any hesitation he dashed towards her and pulled her in his arms while he stroked the back of hers and whispered beside her ears.
