Like ink, the strands of hair dripped water, appearing transparent under the light, sliding along the cheeks, disappearing into the collar.
Every detail, strikingly handsome to the point of madness, seemed to be without the slightest flaw.
She moved her lips, softly calling him, "Brother Four, tonight, will you sleep with me?"
Aiden Shaw nodded and walked towards her.
He was magnificent, his gaze never wavering as he reflected her flushed face in his pupils, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, settling before her.
Perhaps Aiden Shaw had been alone for too long, always exuding an aura that kept others at a distance, yet in front of her, it was considerably withdrawn.
He bent down and lifted her from the wheelchair in a princess carry.
In that moment of contact, she felt the warmth on his arms, intensely hot.
Her cheek rested on his chest, the scent of a fresh shower filled her nostrils, and she closed her eyes.
This smell was truly comforting.
