“Rose, wait!”
“Stay the hell away from me, moron!”
“I can’t Rose, I can’t stay away from you,” he looked so genuine that her heart strings pulled.
“What do you want from me?” she asked looking away from him and trying to hail a cab.
“I want you Rose, I want to hold you…I want to kiss you…I want to make love with you…I want…I want everything with you Rose,” he said sincerity written all over his face. He thought she looked so beautiful like this, when she was angry, jealous, and vulnerable to a point that his mind thought of nothing else except to hold her in his arms and kiss all the anger and worry away from her beautiful face. He hated to see her wear the mask of a vengeful b***h, someone who only thought of how the world had wronged her and how she would make them pay.
The way she
