(Arata)
The whole night I slept in his arms, every time I shuddered just a fraction, his hold on me would tighten, keeping me glued to his sweltering body.
He whispered something each time, too, but I was too sleepy to decipher.
Mr Cold was Mr Warm now.
To my dismay, I woke up alone nestled between many soft pillows, the dolphin one in my embrace.
Instantly I missed his warmth and strong arms.
And then the night's events played like a film in front of my eyes. A blush descended on my cheeks which should have mixed with mortification.
But all I felt was this warm glow that seemed to have thrown open my heart and settled right inside.
And its name was, Karsten.
At that moment, I knew, no matter what I was going to do from that point forward, that haughty, difficult, broody and moody man had taken residence in my heart.
The fact that he had gone above and beyond for me—tortured someone for me somehow settled as a sign of deep care in my twisted mind.
