CELIA
Keith stopped talking to me for a few days. Whenever our eyes met, he changed his direction.
I shouldn't have slapped him.
My feet followed him to the study room. He turned around and tilted his head slightly.
“Are you mad at me?” My voice asked cutely.
He didn't answer.
“Say something.” My steps closed the distance between us.
He looked into my eyes with a fierce gaze.
“Sorry.” I gripped his shirt.
In the blink of an eye, he lifted me on the table, sliding down everything else on the floor.
“Say it again.” He parted my legs and made a space for himself.
“S-Sorry.” My lips fumbled.
He chuckled.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I rarely get to see this side of yours.” Words came out of his mouth.
My arms wrapped around his neck.
“Sorry for disa…”
Before my lips could finish th
