ARTEMISIA
“I missed this,” I mumbled.
“I-I…” Sin stuttered.
“You don't have to say anything; just hold me,” I said.
I breathed out as his arms wrapped around me.
Emotion streamed through me for having him so close. I couldn't remember the last time we had been in this position.
He had refused to come closer to me, and he had treated me like a plague.
Now, he was holding me in his arms! It was unbelievable.
I blinked several times and discreetly pinched my arms to see if I was dreaming. I winced at the sharp pain I felt.
“I'm sorry, Artemisia,” Sin said, and I felt his body tremble.
I frowned before gazing up at him.
His head and shoulder drooped. I touched his jaw to tilt his head so I could stare into his eyes.
He had bags and dark circles underneath each eyelid. It was as i
