Chapter 38 Her Smell
The drizzling rain whispered a soft lullaby into my ears, with the darkening over the camp, the rippling waters reflecting its distorted form. The warmth was chilling cold, my frame shivering between his arms. However, the warmth radiating from Damon’s body made my cheeks burn.
My chest heaved heavily against his chest, my years of struggling had been nothing but futile. I was so mad at him, even if I refused to admit it.
When I raised my head to meet his gaze, the mist from the rain made it difficult to see clearly, but his sharp jaws and pointed nose stood out, his wet black raven hair slightly curled at the ends, with water dripping from it. Droplets of water streamed down his face like pearls. His long lashes were wet, highlighting their dark color, his eyes narrowed at me, as if he was also in awe.
I swallowed as I nervously blinked at him. ’Isn’t this the exact moment where love blooms?’ the thought flashed through my head.
I shook my head in denial. There was nothing that was going to bloom between us. All I wanted to do was get my freedom back. I hadn’t thought about that lately because I was momentarily carried away by the care I had received.
But looking back now, I realized I didn’t belong there. This was not me; I wasn’t the type to sit down and be fed like a dog. I also shouldn’t be carried away by the handsomeness of this man. He wasn’t for me and never will be.
"Let go of me, Master," my voice rang out, weak and tired.
His eyes darted around my face as if he was searching for something in it. He raised his hand, his thumb brushing against my cheeks. Shivers ran down my spine at his featherlike touch. My body felt like it had always known him, like it was meant to be touched by him.
"Ember..." he trailed off, his brows knitted in confusion.