Forbidden Romance Tales
“You can trust me with anything. Whenever you feel like talking or even if you don’t, just come to me. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Thank you for today.”
“Anytime, Gizelle.”
By the time they returned home, Will was already waiting in the living room, lounging casually on the sofa. Gizelle’s eyes widened, how had he gotten there so quickly? His eyes met hers and he winked at her.
After the evening tea, Gizelle wandered toward the library, citing a need for a new book to distract her from the day’s events. She was halfway to the shelves when a firm hand grabbed her arm and she was spun around.