C67 Swimming?

Juzarh

Leiya

I wanted to pull my hand about his way throughout the entire journey to the small spring, but he was holding me tightly. Not the firm yet soft way he used to, a more aggressive way. He was unconsciously projecting his anger onto me.

We finally got to the water and he let me go. At so many points along the way, I wanted to speak on how tightly his grip was but for some reason