Every step of her, which was proceeding closer to him, made Cyra feel like she was walking towards an erupting volcano. A volcano, which was going to blaze her, but at the same time, was going to calm the burning in her soul down.
Her feet paused right in front of him, who was sitting on the bed. Cyra's eyes were downcasted, but she knew, his eyes were on her.
She felt him holding her wrist, making her gulp, and then he started pulling her closer to him. Cyra's feet paused when she eliminated all the distance between their bodies, but he still continued to tug on her wrist, which bewildered her.
Did he want her to sit on his lap now? That thought shuddered her heart. No, she was thinking too much.
“Come here,” she heard him uttering, while he joined his knees. Her throat dried up. He
