“Are you alright, love?” Crow questioned as he saw the torment in her eyes and the guilt within her expression. With silence as a response, she kept her gaze to the hair pin before setting it back into its box and sitting upon the seat that accompanied the vanity. With her head in her hands, she began to cry, sloven in regards to the current state of her appearance or what Crow would end up thinking of her. But fearful that her tears were caused by regret of the moment they had shared, he dove from the bed and to her, picking up his pantaloons along the way to keep the sincerity in his moment and no longer appearing hungry for s****l favor.
“Please, speak to me…” He urged as he drew his palm to her face, watching her take one hand to his bicep and the other to his wrist to memorize his t
