Lulu's p.o.v.
His touch was warm against my cold neck, as if a fire burning inside an ocean, softening its frozen state.
Draven was melting me. He is making me hope for a future that could never happen.
I sighed and rested my head against the wall beside my bed. The soft sunshine was licking his shaven cheek, his white skin radiating under the yellow light, pink lips, a little wet because of the way he was licking it every few seconds. A golden brown hair strand fell over his forehead. I wanted to lean closer and pushed it behind with my fingertips.
But I didn't, too scared that he will back away and I will embarrass myself.
" I am sorry.", he mumbled, looking sad as he watched my scars.
" It's not your fault."
It's nobody's fault, and certainly not his brother's. But I could
