Laying on the bed without a shirt which Zariah was wearing, he was resting his back against the bed frame.

Her arms were wrapped around his. Glancing down at her, he pressed her more into his bare skin.

Whatever happened, her words of being afraid, they left a deep impact on him.

So he created a resolve in that moment- No more distances.

‘Only if that Prince hadn’t shot me,’ He thought sadly.

Tracing his thumb over her shoulder to caress her as gently as possible.

‘And I hadn’t lost my memories, things would be much more convenient and we would be like this so much earlier….’

Taking a deep...