“Marry me,” Brandon said, the f*******n words hanging in the air between them.
“No,” I said, without giving it a second thought. Brandon's hopeful expression faltered as if he hadn't anticipated my immediate rejection.
I freed my hands from his grasp, turning my face away from him. I could feel the weight of his disappointment settling on my shoulders, but I knew deep down that saying yes would have been a betrayal to myself.
I don’t even want to look at his face after hearing his words.
“Jane, listen to me first,” he said, calling my name as he grabbed my shoulder, turning my body towards him, face to face. His eyes pleaded with me, searching for understanding. I could see the vulnerability in his gaze, but my resolve remained unyielding.
Brandon stared into my eyes. But my mind
