Chapter 15: Won’t Fail Her
When she was wondering what he might do, his strong arms lifted her. It was so easy for him to lift her.
"Whaaa," she squealed as she scrambled to hold on to something. In the end, her hand clung to the collar of his shirt.
He paused and looked at her.
"Walk..." she gulped. She thought she might have scratched his precious body with her unruly nails.
"I can walk..." she said.
He didn’t seem angry and so she said gathering herself.
"I know," he said and leaned towards her. She blinked.
His lips pressed on her forehead. His lips were soft and warm, and his minty scent enclosed her, making her feel weird in her chest.
And then, he kept on staring at her.
[What does he expect me to do? Should I do the same?]
She knew she won’t be able to reach his forehead in this position. And she feared if the repeat of what happened in the grove might happen again. He was petrified when she kissed him back then.
[Maybe I should not kiss him again.]