~ THALIA'S POINT OF VIEW ~
As he lay me down on the fabulous bed, Drake stares at me as he craved for me so long. His touch seems different but it is still genuine and real.
"Allowing you to own me is the hardest thing to do," I whisper while holding my breath. Flowers sway as the wind blows up. Butterflies fly around the garden as it can be seen in every corner.
Drake gulps as he can see me, breathing heavily while waiting for the next move. The hut was filled with deep breaths and deafening silence. I... I feel so uncomfortable as he is on the top of me, looking into my eyes as if he's trying to catch my elusive gaze and lost soul.
"Who are you?"
"Wh–why are yo–you asking me that que–question?" I am stuttering as I strive to make an alibi, to convince him that I am Thalia Hackensen, physically but not spiritually. "Are you doubting me, aren't you?"
