HANNA’s POV
I’m lying. I really do want to be part of his issues. I want to immerse myself in his issues and become his issues, but I’m supposed to be this independent, headstrong girl who doesn’t cave just because she likes guy.
His eyes are narrowed, and his breaths are coming hard and fast. He drops his arms and walks swiftly to me, grabbing my face, forcing me to look up at him.
His eyes are frantic and knowing that he’s scared that I’ve moved on feels way too good. Naghintay muna siya nang ilang segundo before speaking, allowing his eyes to roam over my face. His thumbs brush lightly across my cheekbones, and his hands feel protective and good, and I absolutely hate that I want them everywhere right now. And I kind of hate who he turns me into.
Marupok. Siya ang dahilan kung bak
