For someone like her who promised to never feel anything towards another man, the moment Alastor caressed her cheeks ever so gently made her instantly fold. But when the memories of her past life flooded her mind like a photo album, she pulled away, which she instantly regretted because of how much comforting that hug was, and felt breathless now that they were not hugging anymore.
Larissa wanted to bury her face on his chest, wrap her arms around his neck, and be assured that she would not have to face another life of hardships. But what can she do? How can she express that? How can she tell Alastor in a way that he would understand how much she needed to rest? How desperately she needed an embrace?
She did not need to tell him at all, because once again, his boldness helped her and he
