Inside the sports car.
"Don't... don't do this..." Phoebe’s small hands weakly gripped the steering wheel. Although they had been intimate many times, she still felt shy at his touch. However, this time, her body didn't tense up as much as it did in the hospital.
Still, fully accepting him wasn't easy for her.
The shadow in her heart remained; she needed more time to heal.
She couldn't yet handle his overwhelming...
But she believed that if he continued to be as gentle as he had been, she would soon overcome her fears.
"Call me by my name," he whispered, trying to correct her.
Could she really? Could she call him with the affection of a lover? She had never dared to dream of such closeness.
"Call me Alex..."
"Alex..." she murmured softly, her lips trembling as she spoke. Her voice
