But Avelina was not complaining. It, in fact, made her want to giggle. The thought of having been smelling like this man all this while—the scent she loved the most caused her belly to flutter.
He smelt so good, which was why she loved being in his arms. They were so comforting, and she could never understand why. Never would she have thought someone's scent could be a solace.
"I see," she muttered, turning around to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Draven asked, perplexed. Had he said something wrong? But he'd only answered her questions.
Avelina glanced at him with a barely perceptible smile. "I will be at the fountain." She strolled off, giving him no chance to say another word to her.
Arriving at the fountain, she sat down on the bench, taking an immediate breath with her eyes shut.
I feel so...bitter! She clutched at her chest, feeling like it could explode at any moment.
