Eva's emotional turmoil continued to grip her, leaving her actions and words perplexing to Xylon.
Her behavior mirrored the previous night's breakdown, and he couldn't fathom the cause.
As Eva remained silent, her gaze distant and lost, Xylon recognized the depth of her inner turmoil.
Without hesitation, he reached out, gently pulling her towards him. He made sure to settle her onto his thighs, her body pressed close to his.
Her breath hitched as she felt his strong arms enveloping her, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth and comfort.
She nestled against his chest, her head resting on his muscular pecs.
"I am sorry," she whispered, her voice laden with a profound sense of regret and vulnerability.
Her hands found their place on his chest, and she traced absent patterns on his skin as she continued, "I don't deserve you."
