Chapter Ninety-Three: Thank Heavens

The scent of mint and eucalyptus floods me soothingly.

The back seat of his car is spacious, but not spacious enough that it can hold our bodies together, yet, we squeezed to sleep for the night with his arms around me and my face pressed to his chest.

It is morning now; the birds outside seem to grow louder in their chirping as if they longed for me to leave Marko’s arms and regain my sanity.

For all my exhaustion, sleep did not find me, while he rested like an angel, occasionally stuffing his nose in my damp hair—I had to rinse it with bottled water from his dashboard—I spent the night watching him.

My eyes, for the nth time, take in the length of his lashes, he is too handsome to be this careless with his words, but it must be my fault for being weak against him.

Despite the thoughts roaming my mind, I nuzzle my face into his chest and listen for his heartbeat.

Its loudness makes the perfect ASMR background, especially with his breathing.

His body radiates enough heat that I do not