Miracle POV
We sat in awkward silence, at least I did while he went back to drawing like he didn't just kiss me senseless in the same breath he told me we could never be anything more.
I watched him.
It was hard to imagine him as a guy who only sleeps with a girl once and without any emotional attachment. It didn't seem right.
He was a good guy. Someone like him should have a girl love him unconditionally.
"Don't do that" I whispered to him and rubbed my palms together, it was soothing.
"Don't look at me one second like I am... interesting and then toss me aside another second to draw. It's triggering... I'm triggered" I admitted honestly, I guess my insecurities came out to play.
He closed the notepad and looked at me. His lips curving into a little smile.
"I'm sorry" he told me.
I groaned inwardly.
