Ivonne’s POV

His words that night was the assurance I didn't know I needed as all my worries disappeared like a fog. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't even utter a word throughout the time I washed away the blood and picked out the glass pieces from the skin of his palm.

My head remained bent as I did what I had to do while I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face. There was a slight tension in the air as the skin of our hands brushed every now and then.

The tingly sensation spreading all through my veins even after I was done....