He pulled me into the bed with his strength and wrapped his hand around me so tightly on the bed. "I will always love you, Elizabeth," he said into my ear. I wanted to push him away, but I was worried.
I laid there silently. I took in his masculine scent in his warm embrace, and he whispered sweet nothings to me—not me, Elizabeth.
I would be lying if I said that the words he said didn't touch my soft heart, though they made no sense. He was drunk and would probably not remember a thing by tomorrow, so there was no need to catch feelings.
I laid there even after he had slept off and removed his hands from me.
I couldn't control myself from touching his face; there was hurt beneath that strong personality. As much as I wanted to know the entire truth, I was scared of the truth.
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