He seemed to want me to beg him, so his movements became increasingly intense.
"When you stood in front of the car without hesitation, you were being completely sincere, right?" As he kissed me, he seemed a little short of breath.
Our fingers were intertwined so tightly it made me feel a little uncomfortable. "With Irvin, do you feel guilt, or do you love him? Do you feel the same way towards him as you do towards me? Hmm?"
The expression on his face held a little warmth, and he slightly narrowed his eyes as he waited for my answer.
I pursed my lips and didn't want to answer him. I couldn't tell love and guilt apart anymore as I myself was confused most of the time.
We remained quiet. The longer the silence lasted, the colder the air became. The anger on his face became ev
