Irene's POV
I felt his arms move, loosening his grasp around my body. Something in my stomach twitched, and as much as I hate to admit it, the feeling of losing his warmth surrounds me makes my chest tighten.
He'd been so far to me the last two months that having him by my side now had got me into a huge withdrawal syndrome.
It just hurts me and the thought of him leaving my room, my bed, my arms will probably leave me into a crying mess afterward.
So when I felt him carefully try to stand up from my bed, I was so quick to turn around and reach for his hand.
"Stay..." I whispered. My lips quiver and the blanket that had been covering my n***d body slip down so easily I saw how his eyes widened. He was so quick to sit back to the bed and reach for the blanket to cover me.
His face so
