Paxton's POV
I remembered every scene. The way I grabbed her, the way I held on to her like I didn't want to let go of her. It was weird and doubly strange. How did that happen? How did I even get the courage to pull her close?
Since I had grown into an adult, I had never pulled any woman close except Griselda. Griselda had been the only one that resided in my heart, ever since the first day I fell in love with her and my joy knew no bounds when we found out we were mates.
Everything didn’t go well, it didn’t go smoothly and definitely didn’t end up as well as we both expected. Griselda would have been my all in all, but fate decided to cut it short.
Ever since then, I have never been close to any other girl. I didn’t have eyes for any other woman, neither did I have s****l thoughts to
