"I'll definitely get your heart, Jerlina..."
Jerlina tried to pretend that she didn't hear it. But in the silence of the autumn night, where even the dogs and insects went silent for that moment, his voice, soft as a baby's breath, was heard as a rolling thunder in her ears.
She didn't mean to let him know that she heard it, but she did, unconsciously. His eyes, sharp as a wolf's, bore a hole right into her soul. She felt cornered and marked by him. Her heart raced and her breathing got difficult.
"You're still on it even after I refused?" she asked with her voice now turned hoarse.
"Yes," his eyes softened. He extended his hand and his finger reached her forehead, but he stopped getting closer.
Is it because he said he won't touch me without my consent?
"So, prepare to be courted, my wife!" he said with a slight smirk.
Jerlina once again felt that heaviness in her heart. The burden of his deep love...
