Desmond’s definition of love was so profound and beautiful. His concern for me struck a chord in my heart. Our chemistry was off the charts, and I was uncontrollably drawn to him. He had taken the role of my rock and my savior. However, the feeling of love wasn’t mutual.
“I, uh, I.” Words got stuck in my mouth. His eyes, beaming with affection, were gazing at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. It was tough to decline such a handsome face and watch its joyful radiance fade.
“Desmond, you’re the sweetest, but I can’t say the same to you.”
“I never asked you. Feelings can’t be forced, delayed, or calculated. My purpose in confessing was to assure you that there is no need to fear me or confine your requests to our contract. I am willing to use my abilities for whatever you
