C18 Rafe

"Please, walk slowly." Freya's grip on my arm tightens.

My preplexity increases when I observe sweat on her forehead and light pink tint on her whole face. She avoids my gaze and turns straight.

I do as she says and start moving forward slowly. She keeps herself close to me, holding my arm with her both hands. As much as it angers me, I still let her do it.

With her acting