Sylvan Cheney gave her clothes, and she obediently put them on, always sneaking a glance at him while dressing.
He fastened her buttons and smoothed her hair.
When he got close, she could smell the scent on him that made her blush and her heart race.
"It's windy outside, remember to wear clothes," he reminded.
"It's not like I'm not wearing clothes," she retorted, stiffening her neck.
"Oh?" Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow lightly.
Jasmine Yale realized she misspoke and turned her face away.
In the season of warming spring, the thoughts of a young girl always bloom like flowers, those little thoughts that can't be hidden.
She liked him...
Liked him very much.
Before her eyes, there was another array of vibrant flowers.
Jasmine Yale suddenly reached her hand out of the window, wanting to touch the flowers, then, like before, picked a flower to count its petals.
Odd number means he won't come back.
Even number means... he will surely come back.
