I wonder how she’s been living in the past two years. Does she bleed out every time there’s a storm? Is her condition so painful that she’d curl up on the bed alone, shivering each time?

Who was there to warm her up when I wasn’t there?

“What are you thinking about?”

Charlotte kept leaning into his embrace, clinging onto him as though she was an octopus.

“Do you want to feel warmer?” Zachary was starting to feel his heart fluttering by her actions.

“Yes…” She buried her face in his neck and indulged herself in his scent.

 

He suddenly rolled over and pinned her beneath him before kissing her gently on her lips.

This kiss was unlike all the previous kisses. It was as gentle as dewdrops landing on flower petals but also passionate and even a little cautious at the same time.

 

The rational part of Charlotte told her that this was dangerous, but her body was accepting it instinctively and was even playing along with him.

being so close to him and

something more intimate, her brain would tell her to fight back. Even so,

deepened the kiss as his hand moved downwards from her shoulder. An electrifying sensation

Both her arms were wrapped weakly around his waist, and she shut her eyes,

and her body was also slowly becoming

had achieved

a trapped beast clamoring, as though it was about to lose

himself and rolled over reluctantly.

was blood boiling with excitement, he

asked as she

he replied as he nibbled on her earlobe. His

a smile upon hearing that, and she quickly leaned

said as he cupped her face

Charlotte snuggled against his chest and slowly fell

and discomfort she felt from a relapse just

she couldn’t sleep. Yet, that night,

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