Charlotte Green awoke from the lingering aftermath, only to find a firm arm wrapped around her waist in a domineering embrace, while she lay in his arms, facing him so closely that a slight nudge would allow her to rest her head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
But she didn't, remaining stiff and immobile, her eyes wearily observing the slumbering beast before her.
He must have been too tired to leave immediately, right?
Embracing her was just a casual gesture for him, wasn't it?
Tenderness shown by a heartless man, no matter how genuine it seems, is fake, and it would be foolish to take it seriously.
Charlotte may be timid and insecure, but she was not foolish enough to demean herself. Now, she only wanted to leave him and return to her own world, to live quietly, not disturbing anyone nor wishing to be disturbed.
