Amber sat across from Christian, arms crossed, eyes locked on the storm outside the window. She hadn’t spoken a word since takeoff.
Christian, on the other hand, was completely at ease, fingers scrolling through his phone like he wasn’t escorting a girl who would rather throw herself off the plane than be here.
Amber Theodore
*Muttering*
"I hate this."
Christian’s head tilted slightly, his gaze meeting hers in that slow, calculating way that made her stomach tighten.
Christrian Eleanor
*Calmly*
"Hate what?"
Amber Theodore
"This. You. Being handed off like some fragile thing when I’m not."
A pause. Then—
Christrian Eleanor
*Soft but firm*
"You are fragile. You just don’t know it yet."
Amber’s fingers curled into fists.
Amber Theodore
"And you think you do?"
His lips twitched, the closest thing to amusement she’d seen on him.
Christrian Eleanor
"I know what men like my father and your father have spent their lives protecting you from. You’ve never seen it, Amber. But I have. Every damn day."
She swallowed hard. She wanted to argue, but something in his voice—something dark, something broken—kept her silent.
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Leonard
Author, you have a real talent for storytelling. Keep it up! 🙌
2025-02-04
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