The man's long fingers threaded through the girl's hair, burying his head on her shoulder, holding her with a noticeable force.
Aurora Blaine didn't move because she felt his heartbeat was irregular, faster than usual.
Seeing his emotions seemingly unstable, Aurora Blaine explained again, "I'm really fine."
She raised her head from his embrace, showing him a bright smile, "Look."
The girl's complexion wasn't as usual, clearly paler; her cheeks displayed two dimples, her eyes curved into crescents, smiling sweetly and contagiously like winter's warm sun, capable of melting the ice and snow in his heart.
Maverick Knight realized he was holding her too tightly and released her, his voice low, "Does it hurt?"
Three simple words, yet seemed to carry some different emotions.
"Not really," Aurora Blaine replied.
It's certainly not true that it doesn't hurt, Maverick Knight touched her hand, it was very cold, his voice very light, "Why so foolish?"
