"Make me understand." Natalie looks up at Brendan. They are both seated on her bed. Legs crossed and facing each other. His jacket and bow tie discarded to the side, a few top buttons on his shirt are undone and his sleeves are now rolled up to his elbows.
He looks so different from the usual king of the gods who's always impeccably dressed any time of the day.
While she is still in her dress. A change of clothes is not exactly her priority right now.
"Can I ask you to trust me instead?" Brendan reaches for both of her hands and rubs each one with his thumb before meeting her eyes.
"Please."
"I don't know Brendan. That sounds like a lot." She looks down at her hands that are being held by his. He is rubbing soothing circles on them but that is doing little for her aching heart.
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