"If we live together, you won't have to be alone every night. I'll be with you. And if you want, I'll hold you in any way you like. After all this time, don't you miss the warmth of my touch?"
The memory of the last time he had stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of a high-rise hotel flashed in Emerald's mind. The polished glass mirrored their intertwined figures.
The warmth of her breath fogged up the window, leaving behind swirling circles of mist. Playfully, she whispered for him to slow down.
She thought, How desperately I miss him...
"If we live together, will we kiss each other?" Emerald's voice was soft and teasing.
"Of course," he replied, his tone steady.
"Will you hug me?"
"Always."
"Want to warm the bed?"
"Definitely."
"Then it's settled. Once you've agreed, there's no turning back."
After saying this, Emerald leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers.
Alaric's lips were like sweet candy, irresistibly tempting, much like something a child would crave.
