In His Arms
I was cradled in his arms, completely exhausted. How could I handle this handsome, passionate beast who held me as if I were his world?
I gazed at his face, taking in his sharp features and spiky beard that always poked me whenever he cuddled me. Smiling to myself, I couldn’t resist. I lifted my hand and caressed his jawline softly.
As I tried to carefully free myself from his embrace, he instinctively tightened his hold and murmured in his sleep, "Don’t leave me, Kannama."
My heart melted. I leaned down and kissed his lips softly, then slipped out of his arms. Wrapping myself in a bathrobe, I gathered my scattered clothes from the floor, dressed quickly, and tiptoed toward the door.
Before leaving, I realized I didn’t have my wallet or my scooty. Reluctantly, I took a sma
