DEA
Arthur and I went back to the mansion through the quiet night, his fingers lazily intertwined with mine the entire way, as if neither of us was ready to let the moments we have in the forest go.
I felt conflicted and personally confused why I didn’t push him away even when he gave me all the right to decide. If Arthur had seen a flicker of doubt in my eyes, I’m sure he would have stopped right away.
I was fresh from a breakup of an engagement and yet here I am, letting another man kiss me again without any ounce of refusal.
“I hope you do not regret it,” his voice woke me up from my deep thoughts. “God forbid you are regretting something that felt so beautiful.”
“N-No, I’m not,” I admitted through my red cheeks.
Arthur grinned in relief, tightening his grip on our hands togethe
