87. Claiming

*ESME*

I entered the room when he had just finished showering. His lower body was still wrapped in a towel. Water droplets from his wet hair fell on his broad, prominent shoulders and chest. He glanced at me, indifferent. Put up with his anger or pride in approaching me first.

I walked over to him and hugged him from behind. Leaning my head on his big, sturdy shoulder. My hand touched his chest, I felt his fast heartbeat. I counted to 5 seconds, and my hand remained unmoved from his body, meaning he accepted me. The manly scent of his body wafted out and I liked to sip it in.

"I'm sorry, don't be angry anymore. It will disturb your concentration, don't you want to win?" I said, trying to calm him down. He needs my support even though he gets a lot of support from others.

He turned around, faced me, and looked deeply into my eyes. I didn't hide anything from him, nor did I expect Tharique to win; I just wanted peace.

"Are you sure I will win?" he said, not taking his eyes off me a