"Can't you sleep?" asked Florence, feeling Harry's breath on the nape of her neck erratically and nervously.
"Since when did you care about me?" Harry asked still in a cold voice.
"Since you always hug me every night and make me worry about you."
"Don't ever worry about me! You will be hurt if you do because there is nothing more important than my mother and sister in this world."
Hearing those words made Florence turn around and face Harry's face. His eyes met the moss-green eyes that Florence rarely saw in anyone she met.
"Then what should I do? I won't be able to go home again after you defile me. Everyone from where I'm from, hates your mother so much. They will be very angry when they know I am with you."
"Why does everyone at your place hate my mother?"
