He was eyeing at my expression. "What are you thinking about?"
'You don't want to know."
"Trust me. You have no idea what I would do to know what's going on in that little head of yours."
I bite my bottom lip and glance away from him. No matter how much I wanted him, the truth hurts, and there was no way to turn back in time to erase the past.
"Be with me." He said.
He pulls me in against him again, and at this point, I'm not quite sure where my hands are. All I knew was it felt like I was holding on to my dear life.
"Do you want to be with me?"
I ignore the question, and he doesn't press me for an answer, which surprised me a little.
"Do you?"
He was holding onto my wrist hard with his right hand, waiting for me to give him a verbal response. But all I did was
