Chapter21

#Chapter21

With a hint of shame on her pink cheeks, Imara’s eyes left her reflection to see Ben tucking his shirt into his pants. /"I hope you don’t think poorly of me. This isn’t the kind of thing I normally do./"

Her pale, white shoulders rolled as she straightened her dress again. The gold flash of his eyes shot back at her in the mirror as Ben pulled his zipper up. /"I don’t. Not at all. I can’t explain it to you, you’ll think I’m crazy, but I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a long time./"

She pushed the little hairs away from her face with her fingertips when she turned around to face him. /"Do I look alright? My hair must be a mess./"