but the man was fast enough to blo

red. I'm not here to harm you." The man sa

ize her. "I said back off. You only bring a bad aura around

n. I'm sorry about what happened in the market. I didn't mean to bump

," Helena said, po

to a certain place tonight; I have nowhere to stay."

shed the

mean it. I'm s

ped pushing the door. Helena eyed the man in front of him

place is," Arthur sh

he only house in this area. I chose this to isolate myself from nasty and noisy peop

sure ab

t I'm not a liar,"

e was about to leave, the heavy rain started pouring down. He looked back at Helena as if begging her to let him stay f

t you'll have to leav

ur raised his

still pouring heavily as they are sitting in the living room without ma

om to make herself a coffee in the

she put the coffee on the

from Helena. Silence dominated again. "A

new the man was trying to be f

e night? I have nowhere to go.

You can sleep on the so

the clock. She can't throw the man outside while

ed and was elated th

ou must leave first

Arthur

s in there," Helena said, pointing to

ve a gun and know how to use it to protect myself. If you are here for some dark pla

e thought Helena was cute and f

hreat," Helen

e beast inside Helena. He knew the woman would be t

th a blanket and handed it over to Arthur. "Here, you can

t the blanket. "This

urned her back, and left. Still

Helena's cold treatment the whole night,

imself in the bathroom before getting into his underwear. Yes, he sleeps

over his body. He liked the feminine smells on i

He thought Helena was independent and almost didn't need the help of a man. He found it an attractive

. She tossed and turned but was of no use falling as

r of her book is staying in the same house. She giggled at the thought of having Arthur discover that he is making a novel based on hi

r main character sleeping in the living room. She debated w

o the living room. Her sight landed on Arthur's body, wearing only his underwear. He

under the moon's silhouette. It was the night they owned each other for the fi

Helena clutched her chest. "Israel," she uttered his name with a t

the lights open, allowing Helena to gaze at the man's body. From his long and thick curly hair, defined jawline f

big to fit on the sofa. "His neck must hurt t

oor slowly. She lay in her bed, covered herself with the blanket, and cu

at she doesn't want to remember her dear Israel, but the memory of him brings pain, which