Andrew's hot lips descended upon her, and Miranda froze for a while.
He caught her hands and pressed them forcefully against his chest, where his heart thumped rapidly.
Releasing her lips, Andrew gasped and reached up to caress her pale, delicate cheek.
His fingers brushed against her soft skin as he declared with deep affection, "Miranda, I love you."
Miranda was a bit taken aback. She raised her hand, placing her palm over his hand, and trembled as she asked, "Andrew, are you pitying me?"
He knew her background and saw the environment she grew up in. Though he tried to hide his sympathy, she could still see it in his eyes.
She told him these things not to elicit his pity.
She simply felt that in a relationship, honesty between the two should be as complete as possible.
"I feel so
