Hearing his voice which was strangely soft, Charlotte completely relaxed against him as she buried her head against his chest, feeling his hard muscles. She felt safe with him, his arms were protectively wrapped around her and she felt like a little child in her father's arms.

After a long while, Asher broke the hug and pulled her head back so he could stare at her. The rain was still drizzling outside with Charlotte’s hand still tight around his waist.

"Were you scared alone?" He asked softly and Charlotte nodded meekly, sulking her lower lips.

"You were mad at me," she pouted gently. Asher released a chuckle which surprised her....