Louis strode over to her in three strides and wrapped his arms tightly around her.
"God, Anastasia." He breathed. "I was so worried. I thought... I thought, I scared you off. You know, by what we did in the, um, tub."
She could see he was genuinely scared of losing her. But what an ridiculous idea, she would never leave him because he did something that both of them wanted for a long time.
Her skin tinged at the memory of his hands touching her, touching her most intimate parts, whispering things to her.
She buried her head into his chest, and listened to his steady heartbeat. She wanted to cry. But she couldn't. Because she shouldn't, because she already broke Alexander's heart, and she didn't deserve to cry.
She doesn't deserve Louis, or Alexander, or anyone.
A finger rested on her
