DRAVEN'S POV.
"Wha— but... But I thought..." She trailed off, and then something in her expression shifted. Despite the pain I’d inflicted, her eyes held a glint of something I didn’t like: desperation.
Slowly, she leaned forward again, reaching out to touch my arm seductively.
“Draven, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to keep pushing me away like this everytime; we’ve grown past that. You’re going through so much right now, Draven. You need me. Let me make it better,” she murmured in a sultry voice, her fingers brushing over my skin, tracing down my arm. “I can help you feel better, Draven. Let me stay. Let me take care of you, even if it’s just this once. I promise you won’t regret it.”
And she still doesn't get it. Her desparate behavior only serves to annoy me even more. S
