"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost."~ Khalil Gibran
Vasilisa Smirnov
"Vasilisa."
My chest tightened, and I closed my eyes even tighter, trying so hard to remain still, not even letting an ounce of a whisper slip out. Maybe if I pretended to sleep for a few more hours, he would leave me alone. I really wish he would. I'm not ready to face him after whimpering, crying, and then clinging to him like a baby. At that moment, I totally wasn't thinking straight, but now my thought process is as straight as 90°.
"I know you're awake," he exhaled in a blank voice. I could hear his footsteps shuffling closer to the edge of the bed. I moved closer to my pillow, my breath caught in my chest as I forced my eyes to remain closed. "You have two seconds to open your eyes before I kiss you."
