Chapter 53 Fake News

• I feel so safe in his arms as if he were my refuge, I ignore everything going on around me at the moment, letting myself be captivated by the natural scent of this man's skin as I let my stress and worries take a back seat in his strong arms.
• But as all good things come to an end, I feel Mort's body stiffen suddenly, followed by the sound of consecutive flashes reaching my ears; I don't even want to turn around because I know what awaits me, I remember that when I entered the police station there was already a whole army of journalists, the least I want is to be photographed with my face red as a tomato for the shame of having been caught being affectionate with my personal escort. I separate from Mort feeling sorry for having exposed us both to this situation.
• - I'm sorry, I got carried away, I was so stressed and worried...- I take a few seconds to consider my next words, in the end I let them out not wanting to keep that stuck inside - For you.