Lovely felt the weight of his words sink into her chest as she gulped. She had tried to fortify herself, to forget how his touch, his laugh, and his presence had previously made her feel whole.
However, the meticulously constructed barriers she had put up around her emotions felt dangerously flimsy now that he was so close.
Mark said, "It was your choice to leave, Lovely," his tone becoming softer. "However, I never gave up. I kept waiting. I know someday you will find your way back into my arms."
Feeling the usual agony in her chest, she pushed herself to look into his eyes. "I didn't come back for you, Mark," she said again, but this time her voice faltered.
Mark sighed softly, touching her with his fingertips in a quick, accidental motion that made her jump.
He softly yet firmly said, "Then let me be the one to return to you. I'll wait for as long as it takes." He then slowly leans closer, ready to taste her kissable lips.
