Chapter 63. Guilt

Liesl felt Isaias’ arms wrapped around her tightly and she leaned into his chest. Today had been a hard one. Yet as she stood in the middle of the bathroom, the steam of her scalding shower hanging like mist around them, Isaias hugging her as if she were the most important person in the world, she felt her stress melting away.

“How can I make tonight up to you?” His words were soft in her hair. “I feel I screwed up on such a massive scale. I hate I disappointed you.”

“I wasn’t disappointed, Isaias.”

“Not even a little?”

“Well,” she sniffed, “maybe a little. I was very much looking forward to painting you. I’ve been wanting to do so for a while, but we have lots of time to do such things.”

“Is it too late now?”

“It’s nearly ten at night, Isaias. What I intend to do with you is going to take hours,” she tried to give him a cheeky grin.

“I see,” he chuckled as he swung her up into his arms and carried her in the direction of the bed. “I think,