Despite Maxime's best intentions, Kaia's body continued to convulse from the fever. He held her tight in his arms, noticing with surprise that the tighter he held her, the more her convulsions seemed to calm. It seemed that this night he was doomed to hold her close.
At first, he maintained a rigid posture, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. However, as minutes turned into hours, he felt his defences slowly crumbling. The walls he had so carefully built around his heart were lowering, brick by brick, as he watched over her.
He studied her face intently, noting every delicate feature. She was indeed very beautiful, with an innocent aura that stood in stark contrast to his own cunning nature. Her soft and lush curves, her long curly blonde hair, and her full lips—all these feat
