I knew I messed up when the words left my lips. I could have controlled my emotions better. Zuriel stills in me and raises his head from my neck.
" Never repeat those words to me again," he whispers. It is like a bridge that has been made between us, just crumples. He gets out of me and sits on the edge of the bed. I sit upright, my gaze on his bare back. He runs a hand through his locks.
I often open my mouth to speak but don't produce words.
" I - I- it just came out. I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice shaking. He turns his head to me and, without saying a word, puts on his pants and shirt before leaving the room.
" f**k, f**k!" I scream as the door shut. I feel tears well in my eyes. Although it was a mistake, Zuriel was cold towards me after I confessed. Why doesn't he like to hea
