[ Chiara ]
Chiara watched as Aila made excuses to leave the pair in the room. It was embarrassing, but she needed to set things straight between her and Ajax. She glanced back at him after feeling his continuous stare; she sighed and held his gaze. What were they going to do now? What was Ajax thinking? She couldn't tell as she became absorbed into those dazzling green eyes of his.
As she stared, her cheeks reddened as the repressed memories of the previous night and early morning came to the surface before her eyes…
The night before, Chiara helped Ajax into the appointed room Gabriel mentioned. With his arm resting over her shoulders, his body weighed her down as he staggered, not walking in a straight line. They barely made it through the bedroom door when he started to strip, dropping his clothes on the ground as Chiara picked them up and tried to give them back to him in a flustered state.
