"No,"
"I don't love you." she forced herself to say. Unable to bear the heated silence between them, she walked past him.
"Diana," he stopped her.
She wouldn't have stopped if not for the weird feeling that tugged at her skin.
His sultry voice held a hint of sadness, hurt, pain and denial.
She turned back; however, his back was to her. She was unable to see the tears that, for the first time, slipped out of his eyes.
"I wish I could explain how wonderful you are," he said, "How I could look into your eyes and never get tired of that beauty."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"How the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. Seeing you walk into a room makes me smile."
"How much you mean to me and how much..." he paused and wiped his tears "...I love you"
Diana's
