(Author's POV)
"Why~ …. why are you still here?" Myra asked, blinking as she looked at the person holding her close.
"You thought I would leave you? Why, do you not want me here?" Dion asked, making a sulking face.
"Uhh~ … no~ … it's not like that. I just~ … I just," Myra fumbled with her words. She was too flustered to say anything.
"Alright, alright. I'm just kidding, Myra," he chuckled softly, steadying her on her feet. "I came to get you. So, how can I leave without taking you with me, hmm?" He smoothly took the face towel from her hand and started dabbing her face and hairline with extra care. "Let me do it for you."
This time, Myra stared at him without blinking. Their faces were only inches apart. She could clearly see the curve of his nose, the shape of his lips, the gold in his golden-green eyes, and the tiny mole peeking out from above his left brow. He focused attentively on drying her face, as his warm breath fanned across it, making her heart thump like a drum.
