The scream that was almost out of her mouth was swallowed back down.
Her eyes remained wide in shock, after a long silence, she softly said: "Matthew Saxon?"
"It's me." The voice beside her ear was hoarse and gentle, with a hint of drowsiness.
Scarlett Yates's body stiffened briefly, and she reached out to push him away.
"Scarlett, I apologize." Matthew Saxon tightened his arms, encircling her within his embrace. In the dark, his face was not clear, but his gentle, warm breath could be felt.
"I apologize for the things I said yesterday."
In the quiet of the night, his breathing and heartbeat were so clear.
Her head rested against his chest, listening to the strong and forceful beat of his heart, so distinctly.
Moonlight spilled over the windowsill, like snow scattered everywhere. The bright moonlight shone into the room, outlining the objects within in blurry shadows.
