The blisters under her foot made it hard for her to walk straight. As she made her way to the tent. Elliot pulled her towards him, and not saying a word, he carried her on his shoulder.
'Has this man gone crazy?' Emelia asked herself while she struggled to push her way out of his grip. She was as light as a feather to the point Elliot didn't mind carrying her all day long.
After a while, Emelia stopped struggling and instead covered her face. Even if nothing shows on her face, she was flustered with what he was doing. She didn't need his help and she certainly didn't want it either. Why is this man making her life harder?
