"You... You..."
She shut her eyes, hiding her emotions away from me but she didn't stop panting. Her grip tightened.
"Melissa..." I had been trying to form a proper sentence after what I had experienced but none came out. I couldn't form a f*****g correct sentence.
I was livid and shocked at the same time.
My hands wrapped itself around her tightly. "How long has this been going on, Cupcake?" I asked softly, finally forming a sentence that made sense.
"I.. I don't want to talk about it" She released her grip on me, trying to push me away as she avoided eye contact.
"Well, I can't get it out of my head." I stated. "I can't unsee it, Cupcake"
"Stop calling me that." She frowned slightly at me. "I'm not weak"
"Huh?" I blinked blankly at her. What did she mean by that? "I know you're n
