After a long while, Eileen finally regained her senses and nudged him softly, her tone carrying a hint of tenderness, "My legs are numb."

Rafael stepped back, bending down to lift her up, "Let's head home then."

Eileen glanced at Rafael under the dim streetlights.

His eyes were deep, his features resolute, flawless in every way.

If Rafael had been the first one she met, she would have undoubtedly fallen for him without hesitation.

Just like eight years ago, she would have given herself to him without any regrets.

But she wasn't that girl anymore.

No longer the brave girl from eight years ago.

She leaned her head lightly against...