His bright blue eyes softened as he brushed his fingers through my hair. I stared up at him, admiring him. The dark hair, the blue eyes, the pale skin and tall, lean, muscled physique… I never quite got used to how attractive he was or how small I felt whenever I was standing next to him.
His large hands engulfed my waist as he pulled me closer to himself. His lips pressed against my forehead. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, Sofia. I hate that we can't spend as much time together as we did before."
I wanted to assure him that it was alright, that I understood that he was under a lot of pressure, but at that moment, I felt a possessiveness toward him that I had never felt before. Since when were you so selfish with Derek, Sofia?
