"Please."
I pleaded for the fifteenth time. His gray eyes looked at me with an emotion that made my insides burn. And even the rainwater did nothing to extinguish it. It was scary. How my tears flowed down without any restraint when I looked up at him.
It was scary how my body inched near him to get his comfort. When my body craved him, I always thought it was because of the carnal pleasures. I always thought it was my desire. But when I looked at him and my eyes watered even more to get his comfort, to press my head against his chest, I knew it was more than just an attraction.
My feelings for him were more than just any attraction. They were akin to the feeling I feared was love. I was not very sure, but it was so much like love.
"Please."
"Holy s**t, Lazarus! What happened to
