Ch 31
Leslie POV
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“What were you thinking?”
.
.
.
“You”
I answer him.
And his grip loosens over my cheek, as he trails his hand pushing my hair behind my ears
Pinning it, his touch feels so soft that I want to crave for more.
And he lays me down on the ground very carefully.
His eyes hold the concern, as he moves to my legs.
Checking my bleeding feet, If I have got a cut around my sole.
His eyes get hard, as he stares at my cut
like he is angry,
But deep down I can feel it.
Feel the concern behind his voice.
“What were you thinking Leslie?
What did you think before you decided to jump into the flowing water,”
He questions, his eyes narrowed, but he doesn't look at me.
He watches my cut, carefully.
His face has turned red, the water dripping down his hair.
