Samara walked nervously ahead of Shade Jervois, maintaining a step's distance. Her gaze was cast downward, her lips brushing against the roses in her arms, a soft blush on her cheeks.
Through Aaron Faber's eyes, this scene took on an entirely different meaning. An innocent young girl, her first stirrings of love, receiving roses from a young man for the first time, utterly overcome with shyness. She couldn't even lift her head, her sweet kiss landing on the roses—a subtle expression of her fondness for the one who had given them to her.
He desperately wanted to kill that poaching fool!
"Samara!" Aaron Faber suddenly called out.
Samara jerked her head up and saw Aaron standing not far away. Surprise flickered in her eyes before she offered him a polite smile and lowered her gaze again.
"Samara, where are you going?" Aaron approached, determined not to let the two of them have any time alone.
"Oh, I'm taking Shade to eat roast duck."
