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47. More in love
Celia's POV
The atmosphere around me is oddly cool and we both are painfully silent. As the cool breeze kissed my skin, I wanted to snuggle in his wide chest. Since he stretched his arm to wrap it around my shoulder, his entire body now look not less than a soft mattress, although it is not that soft. But I know,if I lie on his chest, I will feel safe, and secured for sure. For some reason,I could not get myself to do that. I am fidgeting to decide whether I should do it or not.
As if he read my mind, he pulled me closer by the hand he wrapped around my shoulder and made my head lay on his chest. His hand is still around me. He brings the other hand to caress my cheek. I didn't waste another second to hold him by wrapping my hand around his stomach.
"It killed me to see you like that. " He whispered in my ears drawing circles on my cheek with his thum
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