Very pleasant, really too pleasant.
Aaron's thoughts were roughly the same as Carl's, thinking that it was impossible for Sophia to let go of him, something Aaron had thought about when he forced Sophia to marry him, but he did it anyway.
No one knew how ecstatic he was when Sophia said she was letting go of Carl, and how much he wanted to ignore all the people around him and hold her and give her a fierce kiss that would make her legs weak, and then carry her to bed until she couldn't get out of bed.
"Sophia," he said, resisting the urge to come out of his hiding place.
Sophia heard someone call her name and looked back. The man with a straight figure, stepping steadily towards her, his black jacket whistling in the wind, his expression cold with a touch of superiority, dominantly wra
