"Grace..." Benjamin Moreland looked down at the woman in front of him whose smile seemed unchanged, yet it lacked the joy and shyness she used to have whenever she saw him.
He held her hand again, it was cool to the touch, not the kind of soft hand one would expect from privilege, but her palm held a thin layer of callus, and although her fingers were not slender, they were well-proportioned and attractive.
"It's my fault..."
Benjamin couldn't finish his sentence before Grace gently interrupted him, "Let's go inside."
"Grace?" Benjamin slightly furrowed his brows, looking deeply at her.
Grace's demeanor was neither sad nor happy, as if she were discussing the weather, "Let's go inside."
Benjamin released her hand and stepped to the side, taking out tobacco and a lighter from his pocket, lighting one up. The scent of burning tobacco diffused through the space with the breeze.
Tobacco could calm a person.
He had no intention of going inside.
