A muscular and broad-shouldered suited man with midnight black, longish hair and honey-colored, almost golden eyes was walking down an airport lounge pulling a compact hard case carry-on. Beside him was a shorter redhead, about 5’4”, lightly tanned, her full breasts contrasting with her slim physique. She was trying to keep up with the grim-faced male by matching his stride and not exactly succeeding.
The young girl was out of breath and was panting hard by the time they both finally reached the right ramp. No thanks to her big brother walking too briskly or the bulky backpack she insisted on carrying, despite his continuous offer to carry it for her, it will take her a bit of time to be able to breathe regularly.
Diwa had always been such a stubborn and independent woman. And she wouldn
