He would follow me into the darkness and back.
Who doesn't want someone who would?
I didn't.
Now, I do.
"Can I ask you a question?" I heard him ask, his voice was husky and sweet.
"Shoot." He stared into my eyes for the longest moment before opening his mouth. His lips darted out as if to taste my skin, but he licked his lips to wet them.
"If I ever asked you to put a gun to my head and shoot, would you be able to do it?" My eyes widened at the question. My hands fell to my sides, and my body recoiled. "Don't," he gulped as he closed the space I had created between us.
"What is the meaning of the question?"
"Answer me, Mia," he ordered, firmly. The palm of his hands slid from my arms to my shoulders and then went on to cradle my cheeks. How the tables had turned.
"If you betrayed me... if you pulled your gun out first. I would." I lied.
"What if I pointed it at your head and told you that I didn't love you? What if I lied?" He stunned me.
"Lie?" I choked out.
