THE TALK WITH THE GIRL

Jordan strolled into the room where Ana was struggling to sit up. He ran to her with concern. She had just woken up, and here she was attempting to sit up.

“Why are you getting up? You will irritate your wound with this. You need to lie down and avoid any form of motion so that your wound won't get irritated.” He said, tucking her back in the covers again.

Ana pulled her face shyly. His care touched the soft part of her heart. For someone who had lived her life trying to prove her worth to the people who adopted her and who didn’t seem to reciprocate her philia, receiving such cloying gestures warmed her heart. Not to mention that it was Jordan. She was thawing down to the guy in ways she could not explain.

She was still swimming in glee, trying to recall how their paths had crossed. It was a beauteous fortuity that she could never in her lifetime stop thanking the heavens for. What would have happened if the heavens didn’t send a black Messiah to her rescue that night? Probably gone
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