Severely injured and in a coma, he managed to keep his life, but they couldn't meet, and this feeling was far more painful than an ordinary separation.
The kiss was somewhat intense, filled with all emotions.
The faint scent of body wash lingered at the tip of her nose. Aurora Blaine lifted her hands, wrapping them around his neck, drawing herself closer to him.
Maverick Knight held her tighter, as if he wanted to knead her into his bones.
For a long time, when they finally parted, Aurora Blaine was out of breath, nearly unable to stand, relying entirely on him.
Maverick Knight took the opportunity to carry her to the sofa, picking up a hairdryer.
His manly fingers with distinct joints swept a strand of wet hair to her shoulder, "Still so useless?"
Aurora Blaine regained a bit of composure, firmly refusing to admit her frailty, she retorted, "I'm still an injured person, mind you. It's your fault."
"My fault." Maverick Knight indulged her.
