WARNING:
STEAMY CONTENTS AHEAD.....
Azriel approached Olivia on the white swing, his heart raced with anticipation.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling the weight of the moment.
Should he apologize?
The question echoed in his mind, but he knew deep down that saying sorry was the right thing to do.
Taking a deep breath, he mustered the courage to speak.
"Olivia, just listen to me," he began, his voice filled with sincerity.
"I'm sorry for scolding you, but you have to know that I was worried. What if you had fallen?" He searched her eyes, hoping she could see the genuine concern in his own.
But instead of softening, Olivia's glare intensified.
It was as if the weather itself sensed the tension between them, for just then, thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. Azriel looked up at the darkening sky, feeling a strange connection between the angry heavens and Olivia's wrath.
