“Don’t you want me, Lee?” He asks me from behind his lashes hiding his beautiful green eyes. I can see him discard his layers, he’s unbelievably vulnerable in the way he’s looking at me.
"I really don’t ..." I pushed my hands through my messy bun, frustrated, tired, making long hair spill from my already loose bun. “... don’t know."
“You do, you’re just ... I don’t know why you keep lying to yourself.” He folds his arms on his chest, not retreating.
“I’m not lying!" I look him straight in the eyes, “I just don’t know how to act around you. Or, whenever— f**k, this feels wrong, Daniel."
“You do know.” He glares at me with his same dark, long lashes. “f*****g hell. I’m so done with everything." He pushes the vase from the edge of the glass table. It meets the ground and breaks into sever
