I felt my chest tighten at Vincent's words but could not quite bring myself to break away. Not while he looked at me that way. Not while he touched me like that. Not while he kissed me like that. I swallowed my eyes, gliding to his lips once more, my chest heaving.
I wanted him one more time. I wanted him again. Even though I knew he was far from being in love with me. Even though I knew I would probably end up hurt once this thing on him faded away.
But I dared to want it now. I dared to need it now.
I touched his face once more, my eyes gliding across his face, my lips parting.
"Is this pity?" I whispered, my chest heaving hard. "Do you pity me now?"
He leaned a bit closer, his fingers damp and cold, his eyes holding mine. "You are the last person I pity, Jordan."
I swallowed. "The
