Perhaps having a weakness, having something to lose, removes the ability to be as careless as before.
He was mindful of his girl, hoping that all the retribution would fall on him, leaving her untouched.
She embraced the man's waist, rubbing her head on his shoulder and said softly, "Arnold, do you need my comfort?"
He let her go, looking into her clear, bright eyes.
Beyond measure.
He was there, yet he was not.
He couldn't describe the feeling, just that he was tired from several days of intensive work.
A tiredness that was hard to express.
"After I leave, Taylor will handle your affairs. Don't feel wronged just because I'm not around..."
He paused mid-sentence.
Looking at the charming girl beside him, he probably was thinking too much.
He had never given such warnings to anyone before.
Hannah asked him, "Is it the same Taylor I tipped once?"
"Yes."
He replied, leaning down to kiss her tender, red lips.
