"You're just. . . very confusing sometimes." Adonis says as he releases my wrist and turn his face away.
"Confusing?" I ask, sincerely confused by his sudden shift in attitude. "What did I do just now that is very confusing? Did I do something wrong?"
Or was it because I wiped the charcoal on his forehead?
"You're always asking me for a rejection." He stares at the raging fire. "But you do stuffs like smiling at me, flirting and touching me. You make it difficult for me to give you what you asked for."
"And do those little things affect you?" I try to suppress the smile from showing on my face. "Because you said you felt nothing for me. That you didn't liked me."
I will like to hear him debunking himself.
Even though I want to break our Mate bond and severe our attachment, it doesn't
