"I came a little late, but I am not leaving, no matter what."
Amara was once again rendered speechless and dumbfounded by his words, feeling a strange warmth from the assurance that she felt in them. She was not sure what to make of such a sensation, yet it seemed to radiate through her and leave her with an uneasy feeling.
"There is no going back if you come with me," she warned. "You don't know what I am going to do."
"You trust me with your past; I will trust you with my future."
"You are mad," Amara said. She can't explain the rush of emotions overwhelming her, and she cannot help any of it.
He stepped out of his seat, standing in front of her. His gaze felt like he could see straight into her soul, making her heart skip a beat. She wanted to retreat from the intensity of it but was unable to do so. He then moved closer to her ear, as if he needed to whisper something intimate.
