"Friends don't know the way you taste," I told him and saw how his perfect jaw clenched, his eyes turned a few shades darker.
"Do you despise me that much to refuse the help I was offering?" he asked after a while.
I heaved out a long sigh.
"I don't want to use you," I told him honestly. His expression lightened a bit. He leaned and straightened his back as if a heavy weight was lifted off of him.
"You won't be using me," he muttered. My lips twitched but I didn't say anything.
Should I accept it?
I don't understand myself anymore. I want to slam my head on this concrete table to clear my head. I never knew that I was this fickle-minded. One moment, I would give everything to get him but when he offered himself, I was the first to refuse! Now, just a few words from him and I am getti
