**Elora's POV**
“You didn't leave?” I asked.
“Won't you let me enter first? My hands are already aching from carrying this wine for hours.” He exaggerated and I chuckled.
I stepped aside and he entered while I locked the door and went to sit beside him on the bed. He dropped the tray of wine on a table in front of us and turned to look at me, his eyes scanning my body.
I became uncomfortable with his gaze and cleared my throat.
“Umm,” He looked away and I smiled. “I saw your apology. It wasn't necessary though.” He expressed and started opening the wine.
“It was necessary. I was so angry then and had talked to you that way.” I sighed.
“That's why I said it isn't necessary. I'm happy you got to pour the anger and aggression on me instead. I want to be someone you can always turn to,
