Fine.
She thought to herself.
She made a promise. Now she had to fulfill it.
Lola took a step back. It was getting warm these days. She was only wearing a thin sweater over her white blouse. The pair of jeans she was wearing was still the one she brought back from the orphanage, well-wore and washed white.
As brave as she decided to be, the tips of her fingers were still trembling when she loosened the small buttons on her sweater one by one. She slippered a couple of times and cursed under her breath.
Cyrus didn’t say a word to calm her down or rush her. He just stood there, ocean eyes silently taking her in.
The sweater fell to the carpeted floor in a small heap. Lola grabbed the hem of her blouse and lifted it over her head. Unzipping the jeans, she wriggled out of it before st
