ARIA
I hold onto his shirt tightly, finding my balance in the cold water. As my eyes look up, he is already looking into mine.
Silence surrounds us, stirring curiosity in me.
The water is moving beneath us, making soft noises through the stillness of the room. Neither he is speaking a word nor do I dare.
My face can feel the warmth of his breathing.
The closeness reminds me of the night in the woods. He was on edge, clashing with his wolf. That night, his hands explored all of me, wrapping me in scent.
I felt his strong kisses on my neck, on my shoulders, and on my breasts. He wanted to devour me.
Even my top was ripped off.
*Why isn't he mentioning that night? Was it that casual for him?*
I waited for him to come to me and apologize but he never came.
The sharp pin in my grip drops into the water, drawing his attention. He glances at it, then quickly lifts his gaze to my face.
A droplet of water rolls down his face, tracing the sharp, pointed features.
“Care to explain?” He mutters
