43 Phần Đang tiếp diễn ♡ She is fire,He is ice and one glimpse of her ignites his cold stone eyes.
The heat of her body melts the frozen parts of his heart.
He walks through flames,just to feel her warmth.
- by Christy Ann Martine
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He had a towel draped around his neck, and all he wore were sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
Oh.
My mouth went dry.
He ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking off a few droplets before his dark eyes found mine. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips.
"You're staring, wifey." His voice was low, teasing, but there was something in his gaze that made my pulse spike.
I quickly looked away, pretending to adjust my bangles. "No, I wasn't."
He chuckled, walking toward me.
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I hadn't slept. Not even for a second.
How could I, when she was right here in my arms?
All night, I had watched her-watched the way she shifted in her sleep, how her body instinctively sought warmth even as her mind hesitated. Her brows furrowed at times, lips parting as if whispering secrets to the night. And then, just before dawn, she finally settled... in my arms.
She fit here. Right here.
I wasn't sure when it happened, but I had memorized everything about her-the way her lashes fluttered before she woke up, the tiny crease between her brows when she was lost in thought, the way she hugged herself when she thought no one was watching.
Her breathing evened out, her face losing the tension it always carried. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she finally surrendered to rest, her body pressing closer into mine.
God, she was beautiful.