I stared at him, speechless.
"This," he pointed between us, "relationship won't work if you base my love on your timing. Everything I do, I consider and put you in it. The only thing I ask of you is to trust me. If you can't give me at least that, then did..." he trailed off.
My hand is starting to waver. The wooden sword between us is slowly being lowered as I stared at him hearing nothing but the own beating of my heart.
"Did you really accept me, Phoebe?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.
CHAPTER 22
---Stress Eating
"Oh, come the f**k on," I let out a frustrates sigh as I ruffled my greasy and sweaty hair in irritation, "It's not like we haven't slept together already!"
After hours of thinking in the barracks, I decided not to go back to Alastor's place, not really sure
