Josie's pov
I took him to our bedroom and removed his shirt from his body.
He perched on the bed while my feet were standing in front of him, inches apart.
“What did the doctor say about me?” His arms wrapped around my waist and he rested his head on my chest.
“Nothing!” My lips lied.
“You’re just stressed, nothing else!” My fingers entangled themselves in his messy and wet hair.
“He didn't say anything else?” His tone appeared to be worried.
“No, you're fine.” Another lie.
“You're not gonna leave me, right?” His mouth again asked me the same question.
Tears rolled down his eyes as his patience waited for my answer.
“I promise!” My lips smiled.
His tears were fake, he wasn't genuinely crying. Those tears were the result of his extreme frustration.
But you said you love me…
Wer
