Adonis Vivaldi
"Are you still angry".
Her voice was soft, almost like a whisper, soothing the raging storm in my heart. I wanted to reply but couldn't find the words to say. Deep down, I wasn't angry- I was guilty.
Guilty of the fact that she was hurt because of me. Maybe, Yaskier was right. There was so much more than just being with her. I needed to know if being with me would endanger her life. Because I would rather stay away from her, I would rather....
"Come on, Adonis" She exhaled, flinging her little arms all over my body, She shook me a little and I struggled not to look down at her face."You'd have to be crazy to be mad at me and still kiss me like that".
My eyes immediate snapped to hers, a small smirk adorning her lips."Talk to me, Love".
A small smile threathened to play at my lips.
I did kiss her.
