CHAPTER 62
Anon’s amber eyes remained close as the familiar figure approached; he felt her warmth right at his back. He was getting weaker and weaker each day, putting up a firm disposition before her was so hard. But–for her sake, he had to let her know he was against what she did; however, she was slowly melting his cold heart. His eyes squeezed shut.
He felt her tender hands crawling on his waist and meeting up in his stomach as she pressed her body against his back. Her face rested on a space in the center of his spine.
“Hmmm–” Ada hummed her delight, feeling his body closer to hers.
Anon’s lips remained sealed shut.
“Are you still mad at me?” Ada murmured. She drank in the unique scent of him.
She could no longer let him away from her. But–he wouldn’t turn bac
