"No..."
The moment I said that, all color drained from Ian's face. He reached for my hand and pressed it. His eyes were conveying alarm as he looked at me.
"W-what do you mean No? I thought you love me? Why don't you want to marry me? Do you still hate me? Baby, speak up because your refusal is tearing me in half." I chuckled while tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I pulled him up.
"You didn't let me finish." I said in a hoarse voice.
His face still has a gloomy expression plastered on it when I threw my arms around his neck.
"No..." And I held him close.
"More..." Really close.
"Leaving." And a little bit closer.
I initiated a kiss to satiate my own hunger for his lips. He responded and pulled me by the waist. When the sudden physical contact ended, he cupped my face and loo
