Chapter Seventy.
Safron stepped out of the ensuite, dressed in a pair of black leggings which hung slightly around her waist, as they were a size too big, and a plain red t-shirt, which hung off her shoulder. She did not care that the clothes Eva had provided were too big for her, despite being a small size, she was just grateful for them. However, she knew it was an indication that, despite gaining some weight, she really did need to put a lot more back on if she truly wanted to be healthy. Strangely, the thought of possessing some womanly curves once more did not freak her out. Especially if she thought Leon would like them. The rogue thought caused her cheeks to flush red as the soldier himself looked at her, a soft smile on his face.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered, reaching ove
