"But, Aaron?" Her voice was meek now, not certain and he sighed to keep his composure.
"Mm?" He grunted in response because that's all he could muster then and a small silence followed before she sighed.
"Why do you hate me?" Her question was quiet, pained and he snapped his gaze towards her doe eyes, glistening with the moonlight; her now-stained lips and her smooth skin.
And, in that very moment, he did hate her for the way she took his breath and heartbeat away.
"What?" He questioned incredulously. He wasn't sure he had heard her right. But, looking at her tepid face; the way she was biting her lip, he knew that she had felt that way.
But, why?
From his perspective, he had cursed himself for the exact opposite: for being too entranced by her. He had tried so desperately to hide it
