Draven raised his head.
He gently grabbed her chin and turned her head, making her look at him. He stared down at her, able to hear the beating sound of her heart.
His gaze moved to her lips and back up to her eyes. Tenderly, he slipped the strands of her hair behind her ear and let out a cynical breath. "You didn't put your hair up today."
"My hair is too red." Avelina rolled her eyes, a bit annoyed.
Draven shook his head in correction and wrapped a few of the strands around his long finger. "But your hair is beautiful. It is the color of your hair, and I quite like it. It is most beautiful in the morning when you wake up from your sleep, and when it appears slightly tousled and much curly."
He exhaled deeply.
"If you could be with me, Avelina, I would gladly let you. But I cannot. It is for your sake and I want you to understand that. I have let you know a lot of times that I enjoy being with you, but…"
