A single tear slides down my bruised cheek, gliding to the edges of my jaw. If only I could speak of how I wished to be in his hold, he would be surprised of how much I loved his touch. Just then, he reached with his hand again and this time I didn’t flinch, letting him wipe off the lone tear that strayed across my skin. His lips are touched by a ghost of twinkle, which made me realize; I have never seen him smile.
The smirks he gives me are those of pent up s****l frustration, meant only to stir my desire for him. Never has he let me gaze upon a full blown smile that surely made him look even more stunning. I examine his features with a blurry vision, taking in the perfection standing in front of me. There was a light stubble, indicating that he did not shave for a few days and faintly v
