"Dammit this is why I didn't want to touch her, I lost control and over did it."
His words stunned Eliora. Even as she sat a gasping mess on the floor, she forced her head up to look at him, his features twisted with worry for her. Does that mean he's always wanted to touch her? Did he want her all this time as much as she wanted him?
Then did he leave the other day because of that?
"I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have done that. I-..." Eliora noticed how his jaw clenched and unclenched when spoke, his brows furrowed, his eyes down cast. His hands reaching out to touch her but stopping mid way. His breaths were still heavy but they were gradually slowing down.
"Don't apologise! What are you apologising for?" She yelled in frustration. "It makes it sound like you regret it."
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