AYAN'S POV
Arsen continued to hold me in the carriage. I was seated across his lap, my head against his shoulder, my feet resting on the other end of the carriage seat. His arms were wrapped around me caressing me occasionally. I felt shy being so close to him like this, but at the same time, I felt so loved and cared for.
I relished the moment as I removed the horror that took place not too long ago from my mind. Then Arsen asked me;
"Ayan, "He then called my name. I looked up at him. "I wanted to ask you, did he...did he touch you?" He asked me in a strained voice.
Then I started to worry. Maybe he wouldn't want me if I'd been touched by another man. Or he thought I was possibly going to get pregnant. Suddenly the fear of being rejected took over my mind just when I was enjoying being pampered by him.
