Edith

I walked out of the bedroom getting angry at Sandro for sitting on a sofa in the living room. Why does no one in my family understand my feelings? Facing my dad after all the foolishness I pulled was getting me a shiver of fear. I did not know when my eyes had gone closed and how I reached back to the bedroom but no sooner I opened my eyes I felt strong hands supporting me to a muscled chest.

Sandro brought me back to the bedroom though I have no idea how and when. As I stir in his embrace enveloped in his enchanting scent of hue and...