Adrian didn't answer. He just placed his suit jacket on the seat and pressed her down to sit: "Wait here."
Wait for what?
Serena gazed at his tall, elegant figure, filled with a thousand muddled thoughts.
Beneath her was the man's expensive, luxurious suit. Though he'd left, the air still lingered with his unique cool scent.
A noble, profound woodiness, a faint whiff of mystery, its presence impossible to ignore.
Like the first new green sprouting at winter's end, crawling and growing from the depth of her heart.
Her body always seemed peculiarly sensitive to everything about him.
As if carved into the marrow of her bones.
Adrian returned quickly, holding a cup of hot water. Serena looked at him, unable to voice any protest; her throat was dry, burning with thirst.
"Thank you."
The warm water flowed through her mouth into her body, like finding an oasis in the desert—brought back to life anew.
