บท 37: To Feel You

I placed my other hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly, it was so slow I was beginning to wonder if it was even beating at all.

"Your heart," I said so softly that I couldn't even hear myself, my gaze landed on him, to demand an explanation.

"It beats so slow".

Was this normal? Even though I wasn't skilled in medical arts I knew this can't be normal. I always rested my head on my papa's chest and fell asleep when I was little. I always heard his steady heartbeat but it wasn't as slow as this, this was like it wasn't beating at all.

I snapped out of my thought when he used his other free hand to take my hand against his chest, locking it to his side as he did the other. I was now caged in his arms, a firm grip to my wrist to keep me from moving.

My heart quickened its pace, what his intentions were? He had said he would show him if he had any desires.