The moment when their bodies touched as his arms wrapped around both her neck and waist, as he made her bury her face on his suited chest, a strong wave of scent, foreign yet…unusually pleasant, dived through her senses.
The tears won't stop and even if she wants to wipe them herself, she couldn't as she was trapped with the strong arms around her lithe body.
But his action and words finally snapped her from her trance. And instead of being relieved to hear such kind words from a man whom she had only known for less than two months, her cheeks turn red from embarrassment.
Because he hasn't let go of her for a long while.
With her two palms on his chest, she tries to push him away but that only makes his locked arms hold tighter around her, like a chain that can't be removed.
"Do you mind, Mister Greymound?" She addresses him out of spite.
