Chapter Twenty-Five
{Parris' POV}
An imagine of Theo and I sitting on the grass struck me.
"Theo?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"Hmm?" He just hummed in answer.
He tighten his arms around me and kissed my lips several times, making me chuckle. Theo likes to kiss me lips and hold my hand everytime we are together. "What are we? I mean this." I pointed at us. He was sitting behind me with my back gently pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. His face was on my neck, bitting and kissing it.
"I don't know." He answered and I felt slightly disappointed. That's always his answer whenever I asked him the same question. I guess it's my fault that I hope for something that will never happen. I hope that there's something more to us, but I guess I'm not enough.
