Dylan stood over her, a protective hand resting on her back. "Why are you still crying? I can give them more money to hit themselves if you want." He chuckled.
She shrank away from him. He cut a lonely figure in the world, at once in but apart from it. His own family was tortured enough. How could he understand that she was crying because, at that moment, her only family in the world was gone?
And that made her think of her father and mother, who she missed very much, making her cry even more.
Dylan lowered himself to her high and fixed her gaze with his. "Enough." His voice was low, not pleasant - commanding, but softer. Savannah looked at him tearfully, still could not control herself.
Dylan knitted his brows impatiently, leaned down, and kissed her lips gently, and then he sucked at her lower lip.
She froze and stared, and a few seconds later, she woke up and shoved him away, "You... What are you doing..."
