"I… I know it is early Eve, hey," he soothed pulling him against her and kissing her skin softly, "I am not expecting you to say anything. It's just… how I feel. If you want to leave then… you can. I just wanted you to know."
He loosened his hold and waited for this female, who stole his heart the very first time their eyes met, to get up and leave. Closing his eyes, he does not know why the thought of the raven-haired beauty leaving was so painful. He felt it right where his shoulder blades were, like a twisted knife right against his bones.
He loves her.
He knew… he knew that this might happened. He should have told her no the first time, made rules and expectations, but… he didn't, he couldn't. Just one look in those honey eyes broke his resolved; just a touch of her skin made his heart stuttered in joy; the curve of her lips in all the ways brightened his days. He was obsessed… he was addicted to her.
