The Heir's Bride
“Why not, Luke? They are worrying about us. We need to tell them we are safe.”
“Tell them tomorrow.” He pleads, eyes teary.
“Why tomorrow, Luke? We can just tell them we are safe and then we can go back. Don’t you wanna go back?” he shakes his head at my question and sniffed. Tears quickly fell on his cheeks and he wipe it, “I want to but not yet,” I sat beside him and he quickly pull me down, making me lie next to him. “I am afraid that once we go back, I wouldn’t have any chance to do this anymore.” His lips were chapped with the cold wind but it felt warm. He slip his tongue on mine, his hand caressing my cheeks. I can feel his tears falling on my face and couldn’t help but cry with him.